a cup of coffee...such a simple thing...and yet layered in complexity...the bean, the roast, the grind and time...all lead, hopefully, to a wonderful experience...
the act of drinking a cup of coffee...a preset time for the brew to greet you when sleep releases you from bliss...a hurried stop at the Cup, for a cup, while you rush to meet the challenges of the day...a slow, enjoyable sipping among friends, discussing the directions of monarch migrations...
an invitation, is the cup...an invitation to the day...an invitation that tells you, this is your life...that reminds you this is where you live...this is where you work...this is where you come from...
I never had enough cups of coffee woth my Mom...or my Dad...I wish I had more cups to share with them...
(although I did suggest we save some cash and bury Dad's ashes in a Folgers can...to which the Funeral Home guy sat mouth open and speechless...until Mom laughed...)
So how do you like your coffee?
Hot and Black?
Blond and Sweet?
or
Cold and Bitter?
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