Today I bought a coffee that was flavored with the essences of springs from memory.
Honey and lavender stired into thick milk and expresso. It was an endulgence to be sure, yet a feeling of cleanliness soothed my heart and mind. It was a drink of nature, with ingredients that seemed over-joyed to be in company of one another.
I thought of my father cleaning the house I lived in as a boy. Ripped towels between his hands and knees he would wipe the tiled floor clean. He looked like a lion, and I as a cub would ride on his back in joy, breathing in the sweet aroma on lavender or lemon.
And I thought of my mother cooking over the gas stove that I once burned myself on as a boy. Dried lavender hung above and I watched with wide eyes as delicious magic was made in front of me.
I left the coffee shop happy, having discovered a true soul food.