I rolled out of bed, traveled slowly to the kitchen to make my coffee. My Cinnamon Swirl coffee--a happy place for any woman. I dipped my measuring spoon deep into the container; John Denver's classic, Annie's Song, began playing in my head as my senses were filled with that cinnamon wonder...
"You fill up my sennnnnses...like a night in the forrest...like the mountain in sprrrring time..."
And, CRASH! My hand hit an obstacle on the way to the coffee machine and this happened:
Annie's Song pleasantry fell into the pit.
A deep pit.
A pit of hell and hades.
The sunrise seemed to call out Revelation 21:5, "I am making everything new!" Suddenly, I felt a re-do. I think those two lines just rhymed.
Drink your coffee.