crema

It was a cortado that started my first two conversations. 2.5 oz of freshly pulled esperesso and 1.5 oz of steamed milk in a 4.5 oz clear rocks glass. I watch the crema pull down and through and return to the top and there is a silver lining sitting on the tip of my tongue, but it seems wiser to not speak unless spoken to. It seems like the best teachers are always the most willing students. So far I've taught myself the best, and if its my egocentric brain that pulling me through this coagulation, I'm fine with it, we all have to let go eventually, so for now I'm making memories with the ego. I mean, after all,  they approached me, so I must be approachable, each experience is always so sought after, like chasing a thinning shadow as you approach noon. So yeah, sip slowly.