As I wonder the airport slowly with a warm cardboard cup of coffee gripped between my hand I sip slow and watch other travelers moving around. Some of them drift like me but others scurry oblivious to everything around them. They are rushed and close to frantic. If we were having coffee I would tell… Continue reading 2019’s Last Virtual Coffee
The paper coffee cup is burning in my hand, the heat is comforting against the cold. The feel of the plastic lid cracking open and snapping back is exciting and the steam that escapes is rich with a café mocha smell. I know it is too hot to bring the liquid to my lips but… Continue reading If we were having coffee…
From all the times it’s been told it’s evolved until almost nothing of the truth could be feathered out. For those of us who listen in the deep recesses of our own quiet her voice whispers softly, and forever after she can be seen in the beauty of a sunset, the gathering of storm clouds,… Continue reading Snow White the Wooden Girl
Brewing Coffee, Twisting Words & Breaking Pencils 