Climactic Coffee

A coffee bean has a past. It has a present; and it has a future.

There is a tree. The air around the tree is thin. The tree stands tall and strong.

There is a star. The star is hot. The star warms the air around the tree.

There is water. It collects together to make clouds. The clouds rain on the tree.

The tree produces a cherry. A farmer picks the cherry. He soaks the cherry. The outer layer comes off. A green bean is left.

There is a man. He inspects the bean. He pays the farmer for his bean. He takes the bean overseas. He puts the bean in a roasting oven.

The roasting oven produces a bean ready to sell. A man takes the bean out of the roaster and puts it into a bag. He sends it to a shop.

There is a barista. The barista opens the bag and puts the bean in a grinder. The barista collects the ground bean and mixes it with hot water.

You buy the hot water and the bean.

Break. Change of subject.

When you look into the eye of a person it is intense. There is a tension created because you aren't just looking at an eyeball. You are staring into something larger than can fit in the space allowed. You are looking into a production of thought and emotion.

Same with a camera.

When you stare at the lense of a camera there is more going on than appears. There is a weightiness to the direct contact with a working lense because you know that the camera will capture a moment. It will continue to create thoughts and emotions beyond the moment.

There is a tension when you look into an eye; when you look into a lense.

Break. Go back.

The coffee bean.

There is a tension created when I stare into the cup. I look into the coffee. I smell the coffee, I taste the coffee. I feel the coffee, I see the coffee. I hear the slurp. I hear the people around me. I hear the music playing.

There is more going on than it seems. There is a farmer behind my cup. There was a master roaster that chose the roast. There was warm sunlight shining on the hill. There was a tree on the hill.

My cup of coffee has been, is currently, and will be full of thought and emotion. A web of reallity coming to a climax. The climax created a moment, a willingness, a feeling enough to write about the coffee bean.

There is more going on than it seems. There is a glory that we refuse to glorify.