”This coffee falls into your stomach, and straightway there is a general commotion. Ideas begin to move like the battalions of the Grand Army of the battlefield, and the battle takes place. Things remembered arrive at full gallop, ensuing to the wind. The light cavalry of comparisons deliver a magnificent deploying charge, the artillery of logic hurry up with their train and ammunition … Similes arise, the paper is covered with ink; for the struggle commences and is concluded with torrents of black water, just as a battle with powder.” ~ Honoré de Balzac, “The Pleasures and Pains of Coffee”
Cream, No Sugar, Please
- Sitting on my bedroom balcony watching the weather of the day, be it sunny or stormy, play with the light and shadows on Mount Lemmon.
- In a hot bath on a cold morning.
- In a go cup at the dog park watching Pepper play with other dogs
- While in the car at the beginning of a road trip.
- Walking Pepper on the ridge outside my apartment complex as the sun makes its appearance for the day.
- In bed with a lover who got up and fixed the coffee, admittedly unfulfilled dreams of younger days. I always fixed the coffee.
- Chatting with a good friend who dropped by for coffee.
- Sitting in a corner at a coffee shop people watching and imagining their lives.
- In an airport waiting to depart for a new adventure.
- And sitting at my desk and writing this blog – or writing anything else that excites me.
Bean Pat: Lisa-Jo Baker http://tinyurl.com/oecw232 Good advice for the holidays even if you’re not a mother