As we wander through the tangled wood of life, I pause to consider whether some see refuge in the density of the enveloping canopy or whether the same foliage represents darkness, oppression and something to fight against. With certainty in the autumn, the greenery thins and disappears and it is only then we can see how far we have travelled.
And so it is, that after the last sip of my espresso, the hubris of its making is put to one side and the lingering memory is either savoured or forgotten in an instant. Whether it be with people or a coffee, the sentiment is the same.
The Coffee Serf
Casting his critical eye!!
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