With coffee. A latte macchiato, of course, with the layers neatly separated.
You’re wrapped up in your winter jacket. It’s cold, but the sun is shining.
The garden is still quite bare. I like it anyway. And I like that I get to share your ritual.
You’ve propped your feet up on the chair opposite, still in your Birkenstocks. You take a sip of coffee with quiet enjoyment.
I don’t think you really need the caffeine, but you use the coffee as a reason to pause. As time for yourself. To breathe between one part of the day and the next. You sort through your thoughts, but rarely speak them out loud.
Afterwards, there is a short nap. Then you carry on.
You make use of the day. You keep yourself occupied.
Until the next pause.
Written by Lisi Sperber
Photo
by Artiom
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