Squinting, she watched the sun play along the rippling water. She looked across to mountains she could only see because she knew where they were. This was home, the smell, the sight, the sound. There were memories stretched out over hundreds of miles here, every one of them telling her she was where she belonged.
The small set of cups was carried to the table along with the tiny creamer and sugar bowl. Newly ground coffee and fresh cold water were standing by, awaiting the last critical ingredient for this experience. There is one thing that can be steadfastly relied on to improve one's enjoyment of any espresso, excellent company.