Morning Coffee In Angie's Cafe

Warm air eases a pleasant drift upon the morning over coffee and freshly baked bread, the far off sound of the sea and birds bridging distance to here in the soft hum of Angie's Cafe. Everything seems to be served within a lull, a cupped moment sipped slowly, unhurried thoughts not moving beyond the breathings of an espresso machine, the muted chatter of plates and outside, the blessings of a bright sun. The unstated presence of a visiting joy. How to explain something so simple yet falling away into such exquisite depth, then hastening the moment's passing by trying to hold on as embracing lovers do when time slowly begins to pry them apart.