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 |    We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
Awake, but barely so I drifted upright like the closing of a Murphy bed on the park bench, that had been my cot for the night. I staggered over the ridge to find my favorite bush, but it was not there. What I found staggered me. There were groves and groves of coffee trees, ripe with bright red cherries, ready to fall to the ground. I had never seen anything like this on Earth. Caffeine-headache and all, I shook myself, "This isn't Earth!" Noticing a squatty little building, (not even a full story high,) about a hundred yards away, I trudged in its direction, hoping to locate something to eat. Not much to see on that side, I thought. It's just a coffee brown wall. Fighting my cranial throbbing, I plodded on, and turned the corner. There in five-inch letters was a sign in cream-color on that same coffee brown background. "Joe's Outpost." Maybe, Joe can help me to get something to eat. I wasn't wrong. Finally inside, past the little hand-scrawled note, "Watch your head, or it'll be a nasty tumble down a flight of steps." Gingerly down the steps, I made my way to the bar. "Are you, Joe?" "Yup. What'll you have?" "First, where am I?" "You're on Coffee Cherry Moon. I see you finally woke up." "Have I been here before?" "Just last night. You missed my note to watch your head." "Must be why it's throbbing so much this morning." "You were out like a light." "How did I get to the bench in the park?" "Stirring Stick carried you." "Stirring Stick?" "My 6'5" bouncer. Thought the fresh air would do you good." "I guess. Can I get something to eat?" "What'll you have?" "That big muffin with the chocolate chips." "Anything else?" "A Venti coffee with a lot of Half & Half. Ow, my head." "You did bump your noggin', but I'm sure you got a caffeine hang-over, too." No sooner had I taken a big ol' bite of that luscious muffin, washing it down with the best coffee I had ever tasted, then my alarm rang. It was time to get up for work. Boy, do I ever need coffee, I thought, pin-balling down the hallway. by Jay O’Toole on August 9th, 2021   |
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