A friend sent me that image to remember our date. It was an invitation card. Just looking at the black pot on the stove was the indication that something good was waiting for us. A magical place, a space close to the sky, no noise, no suburbs, no fumes, no pollution. That place was calling us again.

I was grateful for the gesture and accepted the invitation. The Friday meeting on the mountain has become routine. A routine with the aroma and flavor of coffee. A routine where in each word is impregnated an excellent flavor with spices from the countryside.

Although the reasons for the meeting are not really programmed or announced, something comes up, the words flow, heal and make us happy. One of the friends during the day mentions an important aspect and from there the conversation extends to the point where it is necessary to go for a second cup of coffee.

Verónica, she thanked God for that moment, asked for wisdom and strength to be able to express herself, took the cup again, brought it to her mouth, absorbed a little of the hot liquid and her eyes sparkled. A crystalline liquid suddenly gushed out, moistening her corneas.

We already knew something was up but there was no reason to get ahead of ourselves. Once she was in her seat, the first laughter rang out. Seeing the animals' eagerness to take our food is funny. They don't want their own food, they want bread with coffee and their respective candy ha,ha,ha. It was a space to break the ice and wait for what would come next.

I also gave thanks to Heaven and that precious moment. Despite the heavy rain of the day we made it up without major problems. The road was muddy but it was not only the road, a feeling of one of the friends was also full of mud and the rain helped to clean it.

Great, isn't it? God knows why he puts us in the perfect place. Never mind the sun, never mind the rain, never mind the breeze, never mind a dark day, never mind the here, the now, the moment.

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