5/5 Aria B. 1 year ago on Google
It
was
just
another
Friday.
Traffic
that's
nothing
to
stress
about
until
you
realize
you've
moved
an
entire
mile
in
the
last
10
minutes.
The
rain
relentlessly
poured
over
the
city.
An
answer
to
the
prayers
of
many
who
were
seeking
a
cleanse
of
bad
decisions.
Though
others
felt
temporary
comfort
from
the
falsities
of
this
idea,
I
found
the
only
thing
cleansed
was
my
Honda
Civic.
A
numbing
gaze
over
a
sea
of
red
lights
muddled
my
brain.
Lost
for
a
moment,
my
mind
snapped
back
to
reality,
thanks
to
the
suit
in
the
blacked
out
Mercedes
behind
me.
I
inched
forward.
So
did
the
Mercedes.
A
sudden
feeling
of
walls
closing
in
began
to
boil
under
the
surface
of
a
Mom
who
always
kept
her
cool.
The
exit
home
still
sat
miles
ahead.
A
distance
I
couldn't
fathom
enduring.
With
my
spirit
beginning
to
sink,
a
beacon
of
hope
illuminated
on
my
GPS.
An
international
symbol
of
energy,
motivation,
and
a
Friday
night
lasting
longer
than
9PM.
The
little
Coffee
cup
sat
just
beyond
the
closest
exit,
and
it
called
to
me.
I
didn't
hesitate
to
reroute
as
my
new
destination
awaited
my
arrival.
Only
minutes
away
from
where
I
sat
decaying
in
traffic
stood
a
curious
building.
A
quick
eye
would
miss
that
this
shop
has
a
coffee
shop
situated
around
its
corner.
The
name,
painted
in
black,
confirmed
I
wasn't
lost.
Thornton
Coffee,
along
with
an
arrow,
directed
me
where
to
go.
I
parked
my
car
and
found
my
way
around
the
corner.
The
all-consuming
aroma
of
freshly
ground
coffee
slipped
gracefully
from
the
open
walk-up
window
and
into
my
nose.
A
sensation
of
precise
flavors
&
exotic
notes
danced
within
me
as
my
mind
drifted
beyond
the
here
&
now.
As
I
approached
the
window,
my
heart
fluttered
as
I
realized
there's
no
line.
A
latte,
being
my
usual
at
any
coffee
shop,
somehow
seemed
insipid
today.
A
quick
glance
at
the
shops
menu
was
all
it
took.
"An
8oz
Spicy
Mexican
Mocha,
please."
The
gentleman,
kind
and
quick,
processed
my
payment
and
began
his
Java
wizardry.
As
I
waited,
my
attention
was
held
by
the
fresh
bags
of
single
origin
grounds
displayed
for
purchase.
A
fiery
debate
sparked
internally
as
the
Guatemalan
seemed
to
call
out
my
name.
My
impulses
quickly
shift
as
I
hear,
"8oz
Mexi
Mocha".
I
thank
the
man
as
he
handed
me
the
small
paper
cup.
A
beautiful
foam
design
adorned
the
top
of
the
drink,
a
sudden
desire
to
capture
its
beauty
took
over
as
a
snap
a
shot
with
my
phone.
Drops
of
rain
fell
over
me,
an
attempt
to
remind
me
of
my
daily
woes
as
I
shuffled
back
to
my
car.
As
I
settle
in,
hiding
from
the
rain,
ripples
of
anxiety
and
stress
begin
to
seep
back
in.
A
deep
breath
left
my
lungs
just
before
I
lifted
the
drink
to
my
lips.
With
a
single
sip,
warm
velvety
chocolate
drifted
beyond
my
stomach
and
deep
into
my
soul.
The
bit
of
spice
left
clinging
to
my
tongue,
I
knew
I
had
chosen
today's
drink
correctly.
In
a
moment
of
stress
and
1st
world
despair,
the
universe
led
me
here
to
gather
myself
before
continuing
on
bravely
as
each
of
us
did
every
day.
Sometimes,
a
perfectly
crafted
coffee
is
all
we
need
to
keep
going.
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