Life by the Cup
If you can find a path with no obstacles, it probably doesn’t lead anywhere.
—FRANK A. CLARK
December 1, 1999
As I lifted the cup of tea to my nose, inhaling the steamy, sweet scent, anticipating my first sip, I saw Kevin, the utility man, tiptoeing into the yard through the side gate like a cat burglar. Looking over the rim of my cup, through the faint waves of circling steam, I fixed my gaze on him.