Coffee, doughnut, coffee, doughnut, a ritual, a routine, almost every day, my life a series of these small, repetitive acts. I sit here with my coffee and doughnut, thinking, pondering. How long does this ritual last? I still don’t know. The coffee’s warmth, the doughnut’s sweetness, coffee, doughnut, coffee, doughnut. Interesting, ain’t it? I like it. Another day dawns, many more to come. People, they don’t see it, the opportunity slipping through their fingers until it’s too late. They crave another day, any day, even the mundane. But me, I’m just grateful for another day, another doughnut, another coffee. “Hummm…”