An Eighth Shot of Espresso: Coffee and Creativity on Mum's Third Shift

Walk through the meadow  full of honey-thick clover breathe in the scent  of flowers and greenery  in its most natural state  feel the power of the earth  right beneath your feet  the lines that run through every bit of land carry life wherever if flows it thrums with vitality  that is muted in the city  in a cage of brick and steel and concrete  but it strongly exists here

Good memories written in  hard-bound journals fill so many boxes in the attic left to gather dust as the years go by a time long ago a world so different from the one the children and grandchildren and great grandchildren take for granted sixty years  in black ink  with certain days  outlined in red

Power in lightning: a brief flash  but in that single  moment in time  there is enough  to level a mountain at just the right height there is enough to light up a thousand lamps there is enough to make the night look like daytime but only if it is harnessed  to its greatest potential