putt
It’s raining and the sun is obscured. This weathered and abstract table receives raindrops Iike soaked petals, holds them and then they roll on like they’ve been out on a tee to a hole in one. Not even getting wet could interfere with how good this shot of espresso was : a floral aroma of roses, a body of petals with almond milk drippings and a nutty palette ride of twice baked hazelnut.
Putt me in.