Good Morning, Summer

In June, mornings are eager to arrive and be greeted with breakfast. There is a ritual here, how the eggs curve perfectly in the palm of the hand, the careful cracking of the pristine white shell--the slide of yet another miniature golden sun into the bowl. I pull out the wire whisk and it briskly twirls, celebrating the many possibilities ahead.  



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