Cindy-Anna Moans

"Sunlight streamed in through the open windows of the apartment; A warm spring day was just awakening and from outside the voices of people heading off to work in the city rose through the tepid air. The aroma of fresh coffee wafted invitingly through the rooms, dispersed by the gentle breeze that fluttered the open curtain edges like softly beating angel wings.

Cindy-Anna yawned as she sauntered in from the hall, the mornings paper and mail clutched in her hand. Barely glancing at the headlines or envelopes before setting them down on a nearby table she made for the coffee pot, smiling as she poured herself a steaming cup of brown joy. It was a Tuesday and she thought about the classes ahead of her as she sipped at the drink. Too many, she winced. As much as she loved her job at the university she was itching to get back out in the field. Months had passed since her last foray to South America and while she had acquired some lovely pieces it had all felt a bit mundane. There had been little chance for excitement on that trip, and now she wanted something she could really get her teeth into.