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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