Coming Back Home

It’s no wonder that I am awake, what with that cortado up there from yesterday and all. And that is some lovely heart art on it too—four shots of espresso with just enough steamed milk to make the art. If I could order that drink again, I’d stick with three shots and the heart, because that is what I did order, but the barista at Cuava Coffee said four was the same price (since they pull doubles anyway) and I fell for it.

I’d much rather fall for three.

Here’s one for my “leaving“:

And here is one for when I leave again to return from never having left at all: