#ExpiredKodakVision3

[romantic-poem]

The Last Sip of Coffee: A Subtle Pause

Morning feels like a promise—warm light through the window, a slow stretch, and the comforting aroma of coffee. Each sip eases me into the day, a gentle companion to the pages I skim or the thoughts that roam. Yet I’m often too busy, too distracted, to savor the ritual fully.

But something happens at the last sip. It’s the moment I notice how the steam has faded, how the cup’s warmth has settled into my hands. Suddenly, I’m aware of all the little details I missed: the quiet hum of the refrigerator, the soft rustle of the newspaper, the light reflecting in half a dozen ways around the room.

[romantic-poem]

1% Battery: A Quiet Reflection

Some days, it feels like my phone’s battery lasts longer than my own energy. Work messages, social updates, random videos—each one drains a little more power from both of us. Suddenly, I’m faced with a red 1% indicator. In that moment, everything pauses. There’s a hush in the usual buzz of notifications, a fleeting window before the screen goes dark.

I glance around. The sunlight filtering through the window, the half-finished mug of coffee, the undone to-do list—they all seem more vivid when the phone is about to give in. For a split second, I realize how much I rely on that tiny device for direction, distraction, and connection. And yet, this fragile battery life forces me into a gentle standstill.

In the hush of 1%, there’s a surprising calm. As the phone prepares to fade, I inhale the present moment. Maybe this forced pause is a reminder that I need to recharge, too. And when I finally plug the phone in, I feel a small sense of gratitude—for the stillness, for the chance to look up, for the space to simply be.