Midnight Yardsale

Some conversations last long into the night. And, while most of the world is mired in convention, you shrug it off like you would an insult from a five-year-old. You fill the kettle, turn the knob, hear the whistle of gas, the click-click-click of the igniter. A circle of blue flame is drawn, as if by some invisible hand.

Now, where were you?

Tomorrow will come. Tonight you'll slip something to match the dark, the silvery, moon-lit kind, something as wholesome and smooth as the conversation that takes you into the wee hours, and as sweet as the lingering memories you'll carry with you tomorrow.

-Organic

-Peruvian 

-Dark Roast