morning meditation

The smell of fresh coffee permeates through the vibrations of the morning meditation. Ancient blessings from Erin’s verdant hills roll o’er my Mala beads. Smooth pearls slip across my hand as the waves slipped out to sea on past vacations, revealing the shells now arranged on my desk. The sand begins to drip in the day’s hourglass, but my day begins with a calm, clear sea.

—65 words: Descriptive Writing Practice—

This short description is part of the Weekly Writing Challenge: Object