Shaun worries that we’re becoming dependent upon coffee. He voiced this concern while we were returning from a rather long walk around town. When he had offered to make me a delicious chocolatey coffee beverage I agreed on the terms that we pour it into our plastic pumpkin cups and take it for a walk. Was I feeling deliriously happy because of the caffeine, was it the walk, the company, the rocks we picked up by the abandoned, burnt out caboose in the railyard, the breeze, the sunset, the older woman riding a cherry red bicycle with a humongous basket on the front or was it all of the above? When life is this good, does it really matter why?

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