The Colours of Coffee...

We met at a lovely coffee shop called, Balzac.The round metal tables were so intimately placed as to cause the local fire marshal grief. He was reading a paper and sipping on coffee as I found a resting spot. I let out an "Hummmm," as I sipped the Cappuccino with extra Cinnamon.  The colour, the aroma, the taste all pull at me and when it garnishes a truly well blended cup of coffee. Delicious. He must have seen my delight and offered a compatriot's knowing smile. Coffee has saved me a few times. Hot and black on days I did not want to be somewhere - Or adding more cream to buy me time when I needed to think or pause during a conversation- Or hotter and blacker during a business meeting that was not going as well as I would hope for - Or stirring coffee as one listens and takes in the colours of shared thoughts and history. Reciprocity. Languidly sipping with a friend. Making every last drop matter when you don't want to go. And sometimes, if you are very fortunate, coffee brings the gift of a painting...