Coffee

The weather was bleak when the days started.

The clouds let out a deep sigh as they watched overhead. Their pessimism created a mood felt by all who saw them. This mood was accentuated by the agenda for the days.

Pulled into the parking lot, the outside was anything but graceful. Bags of trash loitered in the parking lot as I walked toward the hazy glass double-doors. It reeked. A mixture of cigarettes and bad restaurant filled the air.

But hey, it was home for a couple days.

An escape, morelike.

The uneasiness in my stomach intensified but I did my best to keep my mind steady, focused on the moment. I had already planted the low expectations in my mind making anything better than terrible a surprise.

Eventually, the sun revealed its beautiful face and decided to shine on our time together. Expectations were exceeded, everything was good.

Soon enough I was alone again, but it was okay this time. I knew that somebody was looking out for me.

Saw stars for a moment, color came back, and eventually the lights were out.

Again, I expected pain, but felt none. All I felt was joy for the place I came back to.

We sat and watched, conversed, laughed. Walked for hours, talked for hours.

I laid down on that mattress where the springs nearly broke the surface. I laid on my back because my face didn’t allow it. I looked up at that surgically repaired ceiling and smiled. It couldn’t have been better.

Sun came up, we both craved coffee. Not so much the taste, but the feeling.

Mochas around. I don’t remember the order, but I remember the taste. I remember the smells, I remember the sights. I remember the look in those eyes as mouths moved. For hours.

At a place where people go to taste, but more so to feel.

The beaming light through the glass doors called attention to the time.

And like that, it was over.

The chapter had finished.

Come so far, with so far to go.

Goodbye, for now, go far. Fargo.