Coffee Stories

Fare thee well Eliane,

May the wind blow gently under your spirit as you follow the well beaten path home.

Rest well knowing that your memories sustain us and a piece of you lives on in the family that is left behind.

Light

The front door opens and a shaft of light spills out and onto the lawn as a couple emerges into the early morning twilight. The noise from the party fades with a slight dud as the door shuts behind them. Their eyes, warm from drink, glisten as the approaching headlights wind their way up the embanked driveway.

Home

The driveway winds around and down - away from the proud wooden house with its bright geranium beds contrasting against the ancient wood. An elderly woman waves a handkerchief from the front stairs as a man stands behind her in tears with one hand on a cane and the other on her shoulder. They slowly get absorbed into…

Progress.

You first feel confidence.

Progress is slow, but you are finally moving.

It feels so hard, but there are good handholds above, you tell yourself. You keep moving and reach easier ground.

Pressure.

The heart is a simple muscle, bound by the vessels of which it pumps. There is no deep structure of the organ, for it only knows a rudimentary understanding of pressure and time.

This is the foundation of love, the feeling humans have come to know and associate with each other. The…

Les

An old man sits alone,

The flickering light outside of the seemingly abandoned train station strobes against the thick snow falling in the early morning darkness. A wisp of steam rises from his shallow breath as he hunches over on a bench with his head in his callused hands.