I pour the freshly brewed espresso gently over the ice. It crackles and resettles itself as the deep dark liquid oozes between the icy cracks. A quick dash of sugar. A splash of milk. I stir it slowly with the straw. Sit in the quiet of the afternoon. The sun streams through the window catching bits of dust and dog hair and lighting it like glitter.
We owe it to ourselves to take the time for a coffee. Not once in awhile. Every day.
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