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-- mood;; nuetral -- actions;; walking around -- with;; no one -- location;; almost to the festival -- thoughts;; why clean a coffee mug? -- outfit;; this -- After finishing my morning drink and being ready to take on what today would throw at me I hop up, leaping over to give dad a quick peck on the forehead as a good bye for now. "I'm off to the fair, I'll be back in a bit," I say after washing out my mug and leaving it in the sink for me to out in the dishwasher when I would get home, so I could use the mug tomorrow.
I really don't understand why you have to wash out something that only you drink from, it's really just wasting water. Unless you were to be sick, - which I am currently not, thank goodness for my strong imune system - I don't see any difference it makes if you use it over and over again everyday with the same thing in it; coffee. I guess it is just the satisfaction of a clean mug to drink coffee from though, so I rest my case and zip up my jacket, and my journey to the fair begins.
I walk through the chilly air with my uggs crunching the snow underneith me, and soon I realize some mittens would've been nice to bring along with me, just so I couldmove some blonde hair out of my face and not freeze my hands in the process. Crunch, crunch, crunch, so snow is almost mocking the way I would eat cereal on days I wasn't rushing, but I just enjoy the quietness of this morning until I actually approach the festival; the soft chirps of few birds, the quiet barks of dogs before they go sledding, the distant talking in the festival to match my shoes mocking me with the snow and the hush breaths I take every so often to keep me breathing.
