The
Rawwwcccccchhhhht white froth rises to
the height of the white mug. Next is the espresso; plastic tub emptied
out, new smaller one placed carefully with a prayer that the new fancy
machine, courtesy of Santa, does not break so early in the new year. But
Oh - that smell! The freshly split beans
spill their moist earthiness through the office.
The froth topples precariously, a single chocolate cherry dot on
top. I swoop in; suck the falling bubbles from the side. Creamy
sweetness on my tongue, a barbershop quartet of warm laughter gusts
across the wooden floor; bliss.
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Photo credit: Alvimann |
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