Coffee: Honduras, Cooperativa Raos
It’s getting warmer, at least. We’ve had two snows in one week of Spring. Winter won’t let go. Its hard to let go. I feel kinship with the Winter.
This week, I anticipate goodbyes. A dear friend’s moving. Jobs are looking up. I’d gotten used to the in-between, the long days of going anywhere I wanted while the money ran down, over-thinking, being a fly on the margins of the employed-man’s world. It wasn’t all easy. I knew this would end. Grains have to grow.
The trees haven’t budded yet. It’s sunny, but Winter’s still got it’s foot in the door. I’m happy to have it around.
Tar Baby, Toni Morrison
“Look me in my eyes, call me on my lies. Lock the city down til’ the summertime.” – Nipsey Hussle, Stucc in the Grind
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