Coffee with a dear friend.

If we were sitting together having coffee, I would tell you all about my weekend. How we spent a few nights on the coast in Oregon, cuddling up by the fire as the rain gently tapped on the roof, devouring the pages of books, and getting lost in movies. I would tell you of the treasures I found...books for my collection at a local garage sale and vintage jewels at the roadside flea market. I know you would find as much delight and intrigue in them as I do.

If we were sitting together having coffee, I would tell you how we wandered along the sandy beach, warm coffee in hand, while a mix of ocean mist and springtime rain tickled the backs of our necks. How we dined on tempura sea beans ("It's a local product," she said and we smiled... knowingly), devoured fresh clam chowder, and sampled salt water taffy. I would describe the flavors, shapes and smells and we would contemplate how to replicate recipes at home.

If we were sitting together having coffee I would tell you how giddy I felt every time I saw my sparkly toes ("Baby, I love my toes today! Look! Aren't they cute!?"...he smiled at me warmly every time. Swoon!) painted a light turquoise with a touch of gold sparkle. I would tell you how inspiration hit as I woke up from a whimsical dream and how my thoughts were consumed by the possibilities of nurturing that small idea into something magical. You would bounce ideas off soft surfaces with me and we would pick up the golden ones and tuck them away for safe keeping.

If we were sitting together having coffee I would ask you how your weekend was, if you found any treasures of your own, and how the most recent brain glitter was coming along? I would smile at my friend, savor our shared treats, and listen intently all while trying to hold in my inspired excitement.

These passing moments over coffee are never long enough. For, if we were sitting together having coffee I would ask you what your dreams are made of...and those my dear friend, are grand and everlasting.