New England Dunkin’ Run
A siren’s call to specific action. A distant whisper song that one can hear on a typical fog mist morning drive, traveling through twisty and mangle-branched woods of New England— calling you to Dunkin for coffee.
It wasn’t a typical need for coffee this morning. I had the full experience of a New England Dunkin’ Run. I felt that intoxicating lure to the glowing Dunkin’ sign peaking through the grey and pulling us to the black nectar; an elixir of sweetness and cream, welcoming but disguising the sensual bitter bite of darkness. A potion that provides all New England life energy. We wait in single-file until finally we are able to procure the cure to Mondays; holding that power in our own hands. Our pulses quicken as we accept the gift despite the cost. Euphoria washes over us as we sip mana. Our senses become sharp. Our eyes and minds focus. We are on fire. We are wicked prepared and our work days begin.