Nighthawk Coffee

I woke this morning feeling muddled.  First thought: coffee.

My coffee maker (because I believe simpler lasts longer) is one with zero frills.  No digital clock.  No automatic controls.  I prep my coffee maker in the evenings so all I need to do in the morning is pour water into the machine and turn on power.

After waking today, I shuffled off to the kitchen, poured water from the carafe into the machine, and walked off to soak in the hot tub.

This time of year, I can hear my coffee brewing through the open window above the kitchen sink as I relax in the tub.  This morning, I thought to myself: “Geez, the coffee sounds different today.  More like nighthawks swooping and calling off dives all around me.”

I laid my head against the rim of the hot tub and listened to my nighthawk coffee brewing.

Following my soak, I dressed and waddled off to grab a cup of coffee.

When I arrived at the machine, I discovered that I had neglected to turn it on.   The carafe was empty. 

--Mitchell Hegman