I aimed for red—
sunset bleeding orange and fire,
a perfect contrast.
Then it changed.
Green.
I almost didn’t take the shot.
But I did.
And now I see more than I planned—
not colour,
but a path.
A horizon waiting.
We spend so long waiting for the perfect red,
the perfect moment,
the perfect sign—
but life doesn’t wait.
It turns green.
And every green light
leads to the horizon.
So go.
Affogato afternoons, where the day softens and the heart sharpens.
I sip the sweetness melting into the bitter, hoping it teaches me something honest.
I remember I’m allowed to slow down.
Some afternoons are a truce.
Others are a battlefield,
Where I sit across from myself, letting the espresso burn through the fog I thought I was done fighting.
But here – in this melting moment – I let it all blur.
The past I’m trying to outgrow, the future I’m not ready for, the voices that rise like steam and disappear just as fast.
Because in affogato afternoons, I learn the same truth over and over:
Even the bitter can soften. Even the frozen can give. And sometimes, the only way forward is to let yourself melt just enough to begin again.
I’ll see you on the flip side.
My dear friend.
Where you can tell me all the adventures,
Of your ride into the sun.
Parting ways.
As I sway through the galaxies,
Against the gleaming moon.
I’ll see you on the flip side,
My dear friend.
Where amongst the shadows and dreams,
We will meet again.
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