In a world where democracy seems to be fading, perhaps a coffee house stool is the most democratic spot in the world. It matters not who sits within its seasoned wood cradle. These chairs are scarce and sacred, coming to the first one who finds it uninhabited or borrows it from a nearby table of one. The faux grain within it’s seat, tell stories of friendship, new ideas, and irreverent stories that dissolve into laughter.
Coffee is so much more than a beverage, it is a peace offering. It brings people together after days or years, often waving a cream colored peace banner. Conversation bubbles over and spills out – words said and inferred, in between sips. Cafe’s work as a neutral ground. These are places to feel comfortable no matter how heavy the artillery of warring nations. Among worn couches and chairs are stories that echo off postmodern walls. If you listen, you can hear reconciliation, hope, forgiveness, and armistice. Many will lay their weapons down for their next refill. Some will listen to words that need said. Few will find peace within the messy grounds of its sanctuary walls.
It is difficult not to negotiate peace treaties with something caffeinated in your hand. When handled correctly, they burn the stubbornness right off. Here is to the forgiveness between the foam and the freedom of the coffeehouse. Today, may your freedom ring.
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