Morning Marathon Coffee

Every hiss from that kettle is my battle cry, and I drink like a warrior ready for the day. Each sip fuels my relentless march, turning the dawn into a battlefield I conquer. Nothing can break this morning's storm.

I log each hiss as a starting gun, marking the first sip as a data point in the caffeine marathon. The paradox is that the kettle is the engine of the race while my body still rests. I imagine a spreadsheet that proves each lap gets shorter as the day goes on.

The kettle’s hiss is a quiet cue, reminding us that beginnings need not be grand. Each sip slows the day into a gentle rhythm, like a steady stride toward calm. In the stillness of morning, we find the marathon’s true pace.