Coffee’s been a friend of mine for a long time now. It fascinated me first in high school when I learned that walking up to my classroom before the morning bell rang with a Starbucks cup in hand made me look infinitely cooler than I did without one.
You know how people say, “Your life can change in a moment?” I would hear this all the time and always freaked out, anticipating that moment. When the phone would ring, I would say, “Is this it?” The life-changing moment could be, a health diagnosis, an accident or a confession. Honestly, you just don’t know when that life-changing moment will happen or how it will be packaged up for you.
Imagine a throne room — immense in expanse, splendor and beauty. All around you are silhouettes of creatures unknown yet familiar. Deafening, rhythmic, glorious; their melodies fill the air. It’s a scene like one never imagined, stretching and bending before the glorious seat of majesty. It’s intoxicating.
I’m eight years old and I’m watching my mom dance around in the cool, evening air in nothing but underwear and a t-shirt. My stepdad John keeps asking her to please come inside and eat something. She’s laughing and babbling about fireworks.