“Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords.”

  ― Richard Brautigan

_________

 

“I know you and I are not about poems or other sentimental bullshit,
but I have to tell you, even the way you drink your coffee
knocks me the fuck out.”
― Clementine von Radics

_________

 

“They like their coffee like they like their ex-boyfriends: bitter.”
― John Green, An Abundance of Katherines

Pictures taken by me, except last one. That was taken by my friend 🙂

I cannot fathom a life without a good friend.  Who could shove a mug of coffee between your clammed up palms and say “talk to me”.   Not a question if,  just do.  And now.

     And yes, every friendship has their own love language.  I cannot say, a good ribbing with a hard elbow is always the best policy for everyone.  But, it sure does speak to me.  And it kind of tickles too.

Ihave a tendency to hole up, to gopher down, find a fox hole, hibernate.  You know what I am saying.  I turn inward to digest, to marinate.  Not saying there is anything wrong with that, it is important.  But, there is a cut off time.  

*cue song*

Lean on me, when you're not strong 
 And I'll be your friend  I'll help you carry on
For it won't be long 
Till I'm gonna need  Somebody to lean on


etcetera

etcetera

Whether you need 10, or just one.   Perhaps they are in reach, a call away, or perhaps online.   When you need to lean….do so.

All this to say, I went to a lovely spot and drank hot liquid out of  a cup with a very good friend today.   IT was awesome.  🙂