To me, if life boils down to one thing, it’s movement. To live is to keep moving.
No, it was neither I nor the world that counted, but solely the harmony and silence that gave birth to the love between us. A love I was not foolish enough to claim for myself alone, proudly aware that I shared it with a whole race born in the sun and sea, alive and spirited, drawing greatness from its simplicity, and upright on the beaches, smiling in complicity at the brilliance of its skies.
Coffee is a lot more than just a drink. It’s something happening, an event, a place to be somewhere within yourself. It gives you time, not in actual hours or minutes, but in a chance to be yourself, and have a second cup.