In the memories brought back by his fresh morning coffee, he found himself once more
The city walls Puebla, Puebla, México
How he enjoyed his coffee those mornings, and particularly at that premature hour of the day, as it softly and gently transported him back to his innermost, intimate thoughts…
a brief trip back to the landscapes of his childhood, nuanced by the deep green hues of the lush tropical growth of the coffee lands;
perhaps, but a passing reverie, yet in the end, certainly substantial, for he travelled into those faraway golden moments of his childhood; the blessed lands, whose sun-filled light, were his first impression, as he arrived into this world.