August Mornings

I have tried to write about why I like this picture, but every time I begin I realize that my words are not capturing my internal response. So, I'm not going to write about the jumbled description on the mug. I am not going to mention that it lacks any manner of coherence. That all that can be gathered is that the subject is love. Once you feel as though you begin to get a grasp of what is written the mug, the thought changes. This happens in every line, which as you read you begin to notice that the mug is used. It is not new, but has stains of dripping coffee running down the text.