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First Coffee, Second Coffee

March 27, 2010 by D. A. Wolf 11 Comments

Coffee in the quiet

First coffee in the morning, without rushing. Italian Roast, freshly brewed. The aroma, savored before I swallow. I will take my time. With everything. Even writing. Heaven.

Morning coffeeIt is Saturday. There will be no lunch making at 7:30 a.m., no sluggish adolescent to poke and prod to get him to stir, no jostling for jackets and keys, no worries about being late. This is cause for a moment of celebration, however private. I let the words breathe: I made it through another week.

I sip my coffee again, pressing the cup to my breast bone as the heat spreads across my chest and warms me.

How many mugs and cardboard cups have I held this way to the giggles of my boys when they were little, and for so many years before?

I pad into the living room and there are no teenage bodies on the floor or couch, no one sleeping on the mattress in the closet – despite the spontaneous gathering which took place last evening, late.

The front door is locked, per my reminder. The back door as well. Empty boxes are spilling over the top of an overfilled Hefty bag: girl scout cookies, microwavable lasagnas. Otherwise, everything appears to be in order.

I can exhale.

Coffee with a friend

First sips of coffee together, after a year. Perhaps two. With my old friend, more than a week ago. She makes her coffee strong, and with an edge of chicory that I love because it holds the lilt of her voice, her home town, the cadence of her conversation. Being here is difficult, and easy. She makes it more easy than difficult. New Orleans Coffee

Memories flood in; it’s not to be helped and I have to accept it. Her living room is the same yellow, her kitchen is the same store of wonderful aromas, her dining table is the same as my own – a place to eat, a place to pay bills. We are not the same, and yet we are. No longer young, our children no longer running gleefully across adjacent yards to pluck up Easter eggs. Time passes. It is the natural order of things.

Now we share coffee again and this time the hour is lighter. Then she swabs a tiny spot on my hip, and I think of bridges, more solidly built than I imagined. I wonder when I will feel the injection but she tells me she’s done. “Never let a doctor give you a shot,” she laughs. And we go on talking.

Coffee in Paris

In the Paris apartment I wake refreshed. It is a consolation to have these days alone, without deadlines, the need to speak, the need to drive, the need to think – about anything in particular. Yes, without the children. Yes, to nothing planned at all and whatever may come.

French PressEven jet lagged, here, I am sharper. In the morning, I measure out spoonfuls from the bag of Carte Noire, then pour the water boiled on the burner, and push down on the top of the mechanism. Fresh coffee in a French press.

Then there will be writing on the narrow balcony in cool air, barefoot and unaware of time. Fully aware that this is a moment that will not last, but it drifts slowly enough to become a gathering of moments to stock like inventory, to imprint into memory. To call upon.

Espresso in the afternoon

I don’t think it’s my imagination. My thoughts have been dislodged from their casing for so many months, shaken loose from their cranial crown, from the housing beneath which they belong, taken for granted until they defect. I send up flares and dispatch search parties. I lasso what I can, corral the concepts and consonants into a small pen. I know they may scatter again, and it worries me.

I feel them closer now, if not quite home. They show no signs of departing. And I am relieved.

Spring, surprisingly

It is spring and I cannot fathom the disappearance of six months. I am aware of moments, and periods of blur. I have writing to tell me that I am here, that I was here all along, but today I feel that I am here, sitting in bed and watching the branches of a tree bend in the morning March wind. I have been up and moving around, sipping my coffee, pacing the cluttered confines of my home. The clock confirms that I slept seven hours, but more – my body tells me so. I do not feel strong, but I feel stronger.stovetop espresso maker

Do we ever know what we take for granted until it is gone from us? A friend, a lover, an hour of quiet? A child, sleeping? The taste of memory?

This afternoon I will rummage the pantry to find a special coffee maker, for a tiny brew of espresso made on the stove top. It is a day for treats, and this is my plan: sip and savor, stretch and savor, read and savor.




© D A Wolf

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  1. Steve says

    March 27, 2010 at 11:11 am

    Sounds very serene. Enjoy the moment you are in. With what I am about to immerse myself in soon, I doubt I will have many like this anymore. I will take and keep yours this morning.

    Thanks

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  2. Vanna says

    March 27, 2010 at 11:47 am

    Don’t drink coffee, but I do have friends and youger siblings to drink beer and look back with. Now that we are older, it is different and sometimes funny. I wasn’t expecting a nostalgic start this morning, but there it is because of you.

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  3. Amber says

    March 27, 2010 at 3:40 pm

    Wolf, I am amazed that we have similar thought processes despite the gap in our situations. Saturdays are slow here. They remind me as well that I made it through another week.

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  4. Natalie says

    March 27, 2010 at 3:52 pm

    I love the smell of coffee so much I will smell it before I leave the house even if I don’t have time to make a cup.

    Husband is the aficionado, though. We have twelve French presses in the house.

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  5. Nicki says

    March 27, 2010 at 5:45 pm

    Thank you! These memories are beautiful. I have many but loved making my coffee this morning. Even though it was winter like in temperature, the sun was out and I had slept in for me – just a little after 7 when I padded into the kitchen. I put the water over to boil – fresh water from the tap not that which had sat in the tea kettle all night. I booted up the family desktop and went back to the kitchen to measure the coffee – Morning Fog Cutter currently – into the French Press. It is the only way I make coffee.

    Thank you for sharing your morning.

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  6. Eva says

    March 27, 2010 at 5:54 pm

    Oh my goodness, I’m so happy to hear that you slept 7 hours. I know what a rarity that is for you, and I’m relieved for you from across these many miles.

    I love the metaphor of a bridge, built so strong, spanning places and bringing people together. You are incredibly strong and brave, Wolfie. Asking your long-lost friend for help was a sign of weakness and courage at the same time, and perhaps it seems that is how things were meant to happen. Perhaps she can take some small amount of weight off your shoulders.

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  7. Elizabeth says

    March 27, 2010 at 9:17 pm

    I really hope the injection helps. And maybe a sense of the awakening of spring, which can be a wonderful thing in itself.

    A cup of good coffee can bring back so much that you thought was lost, or weren’t sure how to remember. Even though I don’t like coffee, I still am carried on waves of memory by the smell.

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  8. LisaF says

    March 27, 2010 at 10:17 pm

    I’m not a coffee drinker, but you took me to mental places where I never want to return. Your writings are an inspiration and I love reading them. I’m thankful your Saturday was serene enough for you to put these thoughts out for us to enjoy.

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  9. Stacia says

    March 27, 2010 at 11:40 pm

    Raising my virtual mug to you. Glad you’ve found a little peace, a few delicious sips of memory, on this fresh spring day.

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  10. Linda at Bar Mitzvahzilla says

    March 28, 2010 at 2:04 am

    I often wished that I was a coffee drinker for just that ritual, the time and place, the quiet. But my Saturdays are slow. My husband went off to work and, since I woke up worrying (and that was it for sleeping late) my daughter climbed in his side of the bed and we watched one of our awful Netflix movies together.

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  11. Kristen @ Motherese says

    March 28, 2010 at 9:55 am

    I am glad that the bridge was solid enough to walk over and that the shore on the other side was firm enough for you to stay awhile.

    Thank you for the image of Cafe du Monde and for ushering in the memory of an almost forgotten memory of a trip to New Orleans, eating beignets with my mother, the powdered sugar dusting my lips and my clothes. Heaven.

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