It was an overcast morning and cool. There was no need for a coat, my fleece would do fine. I slept well and felt refreshed. On most mornings I usually start my day by asking and relying on my intuition. Do I want to head to a natural area and all that it has to offer or do I head to a coffee shop and all it has to offer. This is a gift of retirement. After quiet time my intuition lead me to a local coffee shop. I was not disappointed as my barista, Devan, brightened my day with her latte art. Of course a photo needed to be taken followed by my feeble attempts to write about it.

crafted with frothed milk
a work of art now created
no longer just a latte

the sense of taste awakens
as the visual sense is transformed
when lips touch the cups rim

now sharing this experience
as a written memory in the journal
… and with you

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