There’s something magical about cafés isnt it?
Some seek in it a familiarity, others hop around for something new. Either way we all seem to be finding something that goes more than just a cup of simple coffee.
Perhaps its the serenity that comes along with the quietness that always seems to accompany all these areas. The conversations over coffee is somehow always a little more private, whether is it a first date , or a Stranger’s reunion. Sometimes such conversations even works as Group therapy, the fragrance seems to relax the mind and lower one’s guard. Before you know it, bonds, new and old are both stregthened.
Then again, one could not give enough credit to the brew. After all , it never fails to amaze one how a simple mixture of two or three ingredients can form an entire menu. Sometimes the difference between one drink and another is whether or not its mixed or not. Other times it the presence and maybe even absence of it.
The same could be said of fhe bonds we have. New bonds , like macchiato, consists of two lives , separated but just touching. It’s lovely how the word macchiato, which means ‘marked’ , reflects the essence of a first meeting. That from this day on, you have and will aways be a part of my memory, whether or not our lives are mixed. Who knows? Perhaps ,just perhaps ….you will stay.
I sometimes wonder if the bitter taste of black coffee serves as a reminder of a long road ahead. To love the unsweetened brew takes a tamed tongue to look beyond the bitterness and enjoy the blend , the feel the fragrance and love the after taste. Certainly not a drink for those still a little less matured. After all it takes something to realise that life is not coated in candy, and it takes even more to know that one could enjoy it still.
Most drinks needs to be consumed in a certain time. Ice blends become diluted and no longer as appealing after the ice melted while hot beverages start to lose their warmth, the same applies. Time stands as a reminder to all that the cafe, this little safe heaven, has its limits. After awhile the magic fades and the people leave and soon our coffee break is over. Sometimes we leave with a promise to meet up again and it will be soon. Sometimes we know we will break the promise while deep in our hearts we do want to keep it. Either way as we leave, the coffee table is cleared for the next and we too move on from our break. Maybe we had a little more besides caffeine to keep us going until our next coffee break. And maybe thats enough. (:
Till next time
Ps . Just wrote this off the top of my head. Hope you enjoyed it , had a long day so please dont kill me if my grammar or spelling is wrong.