As I sit and try to get myself going with a warm cup of legal stimulants I notice several familiar faces. These faces are not familiar to myself but to one another. Though I cannot hear what they are saying it seems that they are joining in on a familiar melody. Not in the literal sense, but there are shared rhythms, patterns and harmonies to this bond that dates decades upon one another. Three friends, in what seems to be their late sixties, sit and share a coffee. I believe this ritual to date long before the reign of circular green mermaid logos when the frontier of roasted beans lived in the booths of the local diners. Whatever the venue, the coffee is not the objective but rather the medium for their relationship to flourish. There is a sense of unconditional trust and happiness. I can feel the positive vibes reach me from where I sit in the corner by the window, and I don't want to let go of them. I want to carry them with me and ration them out with every afternoon of friendship shared over a cup of coffee until I am as old as they are.
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