Last weekend I was in Atlanta and spent time with my family
who are generally based in the east. I am the western outlier. We spent a lot of time reconnecting, again,
mostly me as I was away or so long. This was done with a beverage in hand most
times and a lot of the time it was coffee.
There is something about talking to someone, really
connecting with them, over coffee. I
remember a fair few years ago, drinking “International Roast” in a canteen cup
at some bridge site, demo range, or other training site in Germany really
enjoying the conversations.
In Europe of course the coffee was great but, as I look back,
I realize I didn’t in general, drink coffee and chat to people. And because of
this, I never did have those deep conversations. I must exclude my time sailing
here, that was a whole different level, both in coffee and conversation.
Back here in the states, it is different. People really do
talk over coffee, a deeper conversation then normal. Perhaps it’s the caffeine enhancing
my awareness? What ever it is, I forgot how much I missed talking over a cup of
coffee. My work colleagues appreciate coffee and we have great conversations
here. Mostly work related of course, but other topics come in to play as well.
All this really hit me this morning as I was drinking a
coffee with someone and realizing how deeply into the conversation I was, how
it was both visceral and cerebral at the same time. You don’t get that with
juice.
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| Not coffee related, just a great shot of Sacramento. |
