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

Fluffy wisps  you can  get lost  within  the mass of  cotton tendrils wrapped within  ice crystals  and they carry  the weight  of life giving water until the burden becomes too great and they shower the land with cool storms

That first impression  that meeting of eyes  has more of an effect  than you realize  A quick appraisal  a judge of your soul  can change your path  and derail your goal.  Is this a threat or is this already written? Is this just your fate or are you just smitten? An instinct right here  to reach for his hand  and follow his footsteps  across a barren sand

Mother hates tattoos she thinks they are tacky  unattractive  a sign of a criminal  She talked about them behind their back but never directly to their faces Husband thinks  those who have them  are rebels against  polite society  He says he believes in live and let live but he always has a definite opinion I believe that  they are beautiful art  an expression of  individuality The colors and patterns fascinate my creative eye perhaps one day I get pictures of my own