Driven from bed by a cranky
back, I huddle beneath a wooly afghan and wait for coffee to drip
into the clear carafe. It’s still dark, so early I had to manually adjust the
automatic thermostat upward to awaken the furnace, which bumps and whirs into
As I wait for my coffee, I’m transported back to winter
mornings long ago in that little white house on 7th Street. Every room, except the dining room, opened into a short hall that housed our very own pet
dragon, sleeping beneath a dark grate. When roused and fed a steady
supply of natural gas, our faithful friend warmed the entire
house with his fiery breath. I can almost feel his toasty blast and see my robe billow out in hoop-skirt fashion.
Before I pour my first cup of
coffee, I can’t resist standing over a heat register in the floor. The air
forced through its puny gills barely warms my feet, making me long for a
sizzling burst from that old dragon’s throat.
|This grill's much shinier than our old furnace grate|
I settle again beneath my cozy cover with my own form of mocha—strong Dunkin Donut Coffee
laced with Atkins Dark Chocolate Royale Shake. Between sips I study a
mug my friend, Billie, gave me.
Its playful script declares:
Friends laugh with you
Friends accept and forgive
Friends are forever
And I thank God for warm memories
of that old furnace and friendships, both old and new, that sweeten my predawn hours.
Good Morning To All My Faithful Friends!
friend loves at all times… Proverbs 17:17
Labels: Floor Furnaces, Home, Memories, Mocha