By: Kirsten Ilajas The aroma of freshly ground coffee beans wafted around the living space. The steam of the boiling water made little fog clouds as I poured from the gooseneck kettle. The water...
by: Anne Gumiran I stood at the edge with an oddly satisfying vacant stare and a warm cup of brew on one hand. The sky was pale blue to white with a bed of gray clouds…
