Love, with a Taste for Coffee
Rainy days have a nack for bringing love to a person. You would think otherwise because it is hard to imagine Cupid flying, with his fluffy white-feathered wings, in the middle of a storm. But somehow he manages to do it. I am of the thought that he left his traditionalist mannerism and finally got a car. Either way, it doesn't matter how Cupid gets around in a stormy day, just that he does.
Krad, an idealist with earthly customs, gives it a logical argument to why rainy days brings love. He thinks Rainy days keeps people inside; that it takes away the need to go outdoors. So those who wish to go to work, don't feel like it, and those who find excuses to leave the house have none. In his mind, rainy days force people to huddle around, collect some thoughts, and observe those close to us. When you are sitting with friends in a café, or alone but with friendly stranger - the clatter of rythmic drops on the windows- then you are vulnerable to love. It is like granulated coffee beans inside a maker with water being poured over it, so that in the heat and steam of the mating, aromatic coffee can come out in the end. His is a logical thought dressed in beautiful idealism. That's Krad for you, an idealist with earthly customs.He strongly believes the soothness of rainy days equates to vulnerability to love (I still think it is Cupid in a Hummer defying Mother Nature).
Krad found himself reviewing his thoughts on rain and love, when Cupid struk in a drive-by shooting. Darn was Cupid good at aiming while moving; that heart-shapped arrow-head struck deep into Krad's heart. His chest was pierced as he turned his head toward the counter next to the lady who was going through a transaction.
When he felt the sting of love at first sight, Krad nearly stains his pants with the caramel mocchatio he was drinking. No woman had ever caused such vibrations in his being. Stopped like paused movie, Krad uttered the words that only rapid heart beats can pronounce truthfully. "Te amo y no puedo vivir sin ti," he said in Spanish, and then, as if he thought that his new found love new only English, he translated and said, "I love you and I cannot live with out you."
Krad's eyes reflect the beauty he contemplated agape with awe. That light that shone from her fair skin formed a protective aura about her; a shield to guard her beauty from the rust of time and use. She exposed only enough of her to make anybody's heart jump. From the angle Krad watched, her curve was smooth and toned like the body one a Michelango Greek goddess. Her mouth, opened like a spout or kiss in slow motion, made Krad kiss the air. She was beauty incarnate.
A very long moment passed before Krad made a move. So long it took that Cupid was already involved in more shootings, generated thus more headlines for the tabloids. But Krad rose to the occation as soon as the numbness of his chest turned into fuel for action. Like a bolt he was up from his chair, managing to stain his pants in the rapid move. He strode to the counter where his love awaited. His plan was a daring one, reserved only for teenagers like Romeo with suicidal instintcs. His pace was as firm as that of a soldier toward the ecstasy of battle.All he wanted to do was to marry that wonderful being.
In what seemed like a nanosecond, Krad reached the counter. He looked at the lady at the cash register and said, "Ma'am, I wish to buy that coffee maker."
And thus began the tragedy of Krad and his dear wife the coffee maker
Krad, an idealist with earthly customs, gives it a logical argument to why rainy days brings love. He thinks Rainy days keeps people inside; that it takes away the need to go outdoors. So those who wish to go to work, don't feel like it, and those who find excuses to leave the house have none. In his mind, rainy days force people to huddle around, collect some thoughts, and observe those close to us. When you are sitting with friends in a café, or alone but with friendly stranger - the clatter of rythmic drops on the windows- then you are vulnerable to love. It is like granulated coffee beans inside a maker with water being poured over it, so that in the heat and steam of the mating, aromatic coffee can come out in the end. His is a logical thought dressed in beautiful idealism. That's Krad for you, an idealist with earthly customs.He strongly believes the soothness of rainy days equates to vulnerability to love (I still think it is Cupid in a Hummer defying Mother Nature).
Krad found himself reviewing his thoughts on rain and love, when Cupid struk in a drive-by shooting. Darn was Cupid good at aiming while moving; that heart-shapped arrow-head struck deep into Krad's heart. His chest was pierced as he turned his head toward the counter next to the lady who was going through a transaction.
When he felt the sting of love at first sight, Krad nearly stains his pants with the caramel mocchatio he was drinking. No woman had ever caused such vibrations in his being. Stopped like paused movie, Krad uttered the words that only rapid heart beats can pronounce truthfully. "Te amo y no puedo vivir sin ti," he said in Spanish, and then, as if he thought that his new found love new only English, he translated and said, "I love you and I cannot live with out you."
Krad's eyes reflect the beauty he contemplated agape with awe. That light that shone from her fair skin formed a protective aura about her; a shield to guard her beauty from the rust of time and use. She exposed only enough of her to make anybody's heart jump. From the angle Krad watched, her curve was smooth and toned like the body one a Michelango Greek goddess. Her mouth, opened like a spout or kiss in slow motion, made Krad kiss the air. She was beauty incarnate.
A very long moment passed before Krad made a move. So long it took that Cupid was already involved in more shootings, generated thus more headlines for the tabloids. But Krad rose to the occation as soon as the numbness of his chest turned into fuel for action. Like a bolt he was up from his chair, managing to stain his pants in the rapid move. He strode to the counter where his love awaited. His plan was a daring one, reserved only for teenagers like Romeo with suicidal instintcs. His pace was as firm as that of a soldier toward the ecstasy of battle.All he wanted to do was to marry that wonderful being.
In what seemed like a nanosecond, Krad reached the counter. He looked at the lady at the cash register and said, "Ma'am, I wish to buy that coffee maker."
And thus began the tragedy of Krad and his dear wife the coffee maker