It is still dark outside, and through the window comes the clatter of the wind across the roof with its cargo of frozen twigs, the sound of icicles falling on the deck, trees in the garden shaking their snow garments loose in a long slow dance. Snow is falling thick and fast, but it makes no sound. Here in the kitchen, there is the burble and hiss of the De'Longhi espresso machine, the rattle and hum of the refrigerator in the corner.
By rights, there should be the sound of a toaster too, but it will be a while until I can even think about toast. This is a "bang up" month for migraines, and I have awakened with a whopper - thought about doing prescription meds when I opened my eyes but opted for a beaker of industrial strength espresso instead. The stuff in my cup approaches the consistency of solid propellant rocket fuel and could be dispatched with a fork. Steam rises in arty curls from the surface, and a splendid creamy froth rings its shores. The fragrance of freshly ground North Star Espresso (fair trade, organic) from Equator Coffee Roasters is ambrosial. So are the beans. Think I will draw pictures in the foam. Yup, I can do this.
Why is it my thoughts always turn to Paris when the weather is like this? With badass beaker in hand, I look through my rainy day "stash" of Cavallini rubber stamps, vintage postcards and notebooks - the little ones with maps of France, old French postage stamps or the Eiffel tower gracing their covers.
When the migraine has expired in my espresso sea, I will curl up in a comfortable corner and read something in French, perhaps the latest Fred Vargas.
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I hope your migraine departed rapidly. Oddly, I have had a few lately too, after many years absence (I used to get then quite often). Maybe they came with the cold, wet February weather we've been having here in Nova Scotia. Take care.
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