May 25, 2009 19:13
Life is but a series of meetings and partings. A cup of coffee to greet the day, a cup before bed, hot, cold and bittersweet, but always distinctive.
One day you will drink your last of your favorite flavor, down to the last drop. Perhaps someday you and her will meet, pass each other by at a sidewalk cafe. Perhaps you'll never quite perfect her again, where she'll live in your memories, an aroma that taunts you to the day you breathe your last. A gaze into the bitter black future gives no clues. The darkness ahead is daunting and cold. Day may never break.
There is nothing but a gleam of light to guide you.
We are all ships lost at sea, searching for that light, that hope that may someday bring us safely to shore. We wander, aimless on dark oceans, for something we may never find.
But as long as a star shines in that black sky, we wander.
Excuse the tangent. I will be a more familiar face around this little piecemeal city of ours in the days to come, so perhaps it's appropriate I reintroduce myself for the benefit of all our newer citizens.
Diego Armando, attorney at law.
the lady or the coffee,
the goddess,
coffee