True Love of Coffee

My hands were still trembling from the bitter cold outside. I carefully held onto the handle of the glass carafe as I breathed in a subtle sigh while pouring a fresh cup of hot coffee. I wondered if my thoughts of being honest were any different from the gentleman waiting patiently next to me, or if I was simply insane and the caffeine in my veins was the only reason my heart still seemed to function

I glanced over to the man through the corner of my eye, feverishly waiting for the aroma of the French blend to reach my nose as I stirred it with a single dash of sugar. He looked at me for a moment and I felt something inside, a brief connection to someone who shared my youthful nature.

I handed the carafe over, comically saying that “I saved some for him.”

His reply was simple, yet told me so much- “There is always more where that came from.”

I nodded with my agreement. He was right, there is always more where that came from. He calmly poured his cup with an almost artistic manner as I commented on the chilling rain coming down outside.

We both wandered to the front of the store and paid for our drinks as we both somewhat comically chatted with the clerk who was obviously bored and alone. When we were done talking, we both stood quietly at the glass doors looking at the dark midnight sky and the sparkling rain falling like glistening stars as the city light reflected off each drop.

With odd coincidence we both said the same words in unison; “Falling stars.”

We didn’t say anything else. We looked each other in the eye, smiled from the corner of our lip, and then shrugged our shoulder as we continued watching the water cascade from the clouds. For a moment we were two guys drinking the same coffee and pondering the same questions of life.

I thought- whenever you feel alone, someone else is there to prove you wrong.

I brushed my wet hair back and turned up the collar of my wool jacket. I sipped one last time off the rim of my coffee cup as I told him to enjoy the rest of his evening. My hands didn’t want to lose the warmth they were holding, so I pushed open the glass door as I backed through it in reverse, hoping to shield my face from the abrupt wind carrying the chilling rain.

Every step I took felt like one in search of something. The bright light of the little café seemed to fade almost as quickly as the warmth of my coffee. The freezing rain was an unkind reminder of how the sensation in my heart was different than that of my body, my face was numb within a minute of walking and my soul felt like it was looking for the same loss of sensation. My feet kept in motion, not missing a single step as my thoughts wandered aimlessly amongst the neighbourhood streets of long forgotten memories that didn’t seem so far away tonight.

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