The Cup
A porcelain mug sits upon a saucer, with coffee slowly cooling; neglected. Voices pass overhead, as friends reconnect and plan for a future that cannot be predicted. They do not appreciate what this moment means; the intimacy that is being shared, nor the perfect ambiance of the lost art of conversation. Time and space converge in a dance of expression, exploding in laughter and recoiling in tears. The dark liquid recedes, its life nearing completion. It will leave the world with a smile. The friends will depart and reconvene, but never repeat the beauty of this day.