Shake, tap twice, rip and pour. Shake, tap twice, rip and pour. Stir lightly disturbing the calm frothy surface of a calm lake face in your mass produced white coffee cup.
The most beautiful moment, when you realise that being alone, liberated from the banal of small talk and time keeping.
Tick, tock; it stops. And you listen. The silence in your mind is beyond therapy and beyond any replacement of that time of tranquility. It is these transient moments that we forget, and it is these times we have to remember to keep sain and sound.
Nature obsessed? A little
F Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night