Churning,

Ceramic,

Manual by hand coffee grinder.

Spinning,

Rotating,

Mmmm, aroma slowly burning.

Sunday morning comics, so beautifully in color.

A few sips,

My lady in lap.

Exchanging narration, the comics come to life.

This hot water ritual, always preparation for two.

Sad comic strip now. The character is blue.

These in-color Sundays, no longer funny.

Measurements now cut in half.

Grinding half as fast.

And the rotation makes me dizzy.