Every professional has a warm up. A way to increase blood flow, find inspiration, or draw forth courage.
For me this first day includes sipping coffee, gone cold in the brisk morning air. Still I savor the tastes of sweet, bitter, burn, and cream. Brown droplets begin to cake the lip of my disposable cup and the sun peels away the mist of dawn. Now everything is flooded in yellow light, with even more colors shouting out for joy to have felt the warmth of a new day.
I crack my knuckles. I warmed up and ready to go.
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