I need a little help here. I've now suffered from dehydration and cotton mouth half way through two of my soccer games. Why? I'm drinking loads of water, peeing clearly, and my spit before the first…Continue
The faint sense of wandering dreams moves by my inner theater as I watch the passing pull of an old desire, an old friend who desperately waves me down, calling for a last rendezvous, a rendezvous that always becomes a daily trist. The delicious flavor of the moment we meet. Espresso.
The sweet speed of a roasted bean pressed and pulled then delivered in a cup, calls to mind so many days, where caffeine culture was my every day, where writing and reading and smiles made hours pass…Continue