A Perfect Morning
Leon Kaufmann
I’m sitting in my backyard. A cup of coffee is in my hand and the wind is blowing past me. There is nothing else I want to do, and I love it. The warmth of the coffee contrasting with the cold breeze makes my heart grow. My body is melting into the couch as a marshmallow melts into hot cocoa. I just woke up, and I feel more relaxed than when I was sleeping. This calm breeze blows through everything. Without a care in the world as if there is nothing in the way. Watching nature in this desert, life flows and there is no interruption. I see a snake crawl down a hill, looking for prey. An unfortunate mouse had the bad luck of getting in the path of the snake, next thing I know, that mouse is in the snake. Looking at nature, playing with my pets, and drinking coffee is my perfect morning.
My dad walks out, and our morning conversation starts. There is no particular topic, whatever is interesting or notable comes up. It could be a talk about world events or how my brothers are doing in school. That is how I start my day during vacations. Sometimes we grab some cookies to accompany the coffee, but Lola, the dog, always steals the cookies from us, swooping like a scavenger who hasn’t eaten in the past week. What’s funny is that this is after we fed her some breakfast. If it isn’t Lola, Oscar, the cat, comes and tries to have a small snack. He’s more conservative with what he eats so he only wants two small bites of cookies. I love seeing them both trying to be the first ones to get a cookie, but after they get a cookie, they cuddle up with you. The pillow-like softness that you feel when they get close to you. The saliva that drools from Lola’s mouth, it could fill the pool. The soft tickles you get from their tongue as if a wet feather is running up your skin. Oscar chasing some bug or rodent. If he catches one he’ll bring you the corpse as a gift. That always scared me when I was a child.
The palm trees in the yard, showing off to the neighbors. They have palm trees of their own, but they’re not as tall or old as the ones in my house. Some of the palm trees are even older than me. The natural beauty of the palm trees, their leaves that can be used as fans, the coconuts that grow, and the height is simply stunning.
The couch I’m sitting on is the same couch where we watch some sports on. A couch where I and my brothers play. A couch where, if I’m not careful, I’ll sink into the couch itself. Memories of my dad smoking his fat cigar run through my mind as well, he always loves to smoke with my older brother. Sometimes I can’t breathe without my lungs getting filled with smoke when I go to talk to them. Though the couch has been through so many events, its comfort still hasn’t changed after all these years.
This is what makes my perfect morning. A morning where I relax and don’t think about anything outside of my home. I remember I said I hate my home but that is not true. I hate the fact that people think it’s a paradise when it’s just a regular place. These mornings have made me appreciate my home a lot more. I consider the small details of living on a beach. I’m ready to go back and relive my perfect morning again.
My dad walks out, and our morning conversation starts. There is no particular topic, whatever is interesting or notable comes up. It could be a talk about world events or how my brothers are doing in school. That is how I start my day during vacations. Sometimes we grab some cookies to accompany the coffee, but Lola, the dog, always steals the cookies from us, swooping like a scavenger who hasn’t eaten in the past week. What’s funny is that this is after we fed her some breakfast. If it isn’t Lola, Oscar, the cat, comes and tries to have a small snack. He’s more conservative with what he eats so he only wants two small bites of cookies. I love seeing them both trying to be the first ones to get a cookie, but after they get a cookie, they cuddle up with you. The pillow-like softness that you feel when they get close to you. The saliva that drools from Lola’s mouth, it could fill the pool. The soft tickles you get from their tongue as if a wet feather is running up your skin. Oscar chasing some bug or rodent. If he catches one he’ll bring you the corpse as a gift. That always scared me when I was a child.
The palm trees in the yard, showing off to the neighbors. They have palm trees of their own, but they’re not as tall or old as the ones in my house. Some of the palm trees are even older than me. The natural beauty of the palm trees, their leaves that can be used as fans, the coconuts that grow, and the height is simply stunning.
The couch I’m sitting on is the same couch where we watch some sports on. A couch where I and my brothers play. A couch where, if I’m not careful, I’ll sink into the couch itself. Memories of my dad smoking his fat cigar run through my mind as well, he always loves to smoke with my older brother. Sometimes I can’t breathe without my lungs getting filled with smoke when I go to talk to them. Though the couch has been through so many events, its comfort still hasn’t changed after all these years.
This is what makes my perfect morning. A morning where I relax and don’t think about anything outside of my home. I remember I said I hate my home but that is not true. I hate the fact that people think it’s a paradise when it’s just a regular place. These mornings have made me appreciate my home a lot more. I consider the small details of living on a beach. I’m ready to go back and relive my perfect morning again.
Leon Kaufman enjoys spending time with his younger brothers. Pictured is him with one of his younger brothers (Bruno). They love to spend time playing around while their mother tells them to calm down. He may or may not attend NMMI but if he is I want him to read this: Don't be addicted to Roblox anymore, same goes for Alex but on a much bigger scale for him.
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