Ephemeral Affair de Cafe au Lait

My fleeting affair of the heart with Press Coffee

Calling, in a sing-song tone, with an alluring and familiar parfum:
the coffee beans are roasting.
Others, the non-aficionados, cannot appreciate the tartness,
like the tannins in brown leaves; the charred bits of burnt toast.
In the morning, it demands. In the afternoon, it beckons.
Some days I have strength; mostly I succumb.

Press Coffee chalkboard

Steam coils from the biodegradable cup; tendrils of scented vapor corkscrewing upwards.
Unassuming and slightly offensive umber liquid awaits the empyrean cream.
Unskilled hands let the cream fall to the bottom of the cup
resulting in a homogeneous disaster; an unrealized mass.

Finesse and a steady hand is equipment enough
to create delicate and delectable depictions of

Latte from Press Coffee

a growing palm frond

#Coffee art from @PressCoffee. As tasty as it is delicious. No more @Starbucks for me!

a budding plant with a delicate flower

The Press Coffee Latte that started it all

a heart enshrouded by its own radiating aura.

Martita signature

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I Love It When

I love when it rains in the desert. Moisture in the desert is really much more appreciated and the thunderstorms never fail to impress, however all this precipitation has got me thinking about the things in life we I don’t recognize and often take for granted.

Here’s my impromptu list of “I Love It When”:

  • I love it when my husband cooks
  • I love it when it rains and everything smells fresh
  • I love it when I wake up and there’s a pup sharing the sheets with me
  • I love it when after a hard practice I’m sweaty and gross but I feel great
  • I love it when I catch a random act of kindness between two strangers
  • I love it when children/babies find things hysterical

What do you love?