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Haus of Greyfeather
Sunbeams alight on your nose: “Ahoy, Shepherd of the Morn’!” You’re compelled to lift, sniff a hi-desert breeze; she creeps under the window frame and over your faded floral comforter with good-natured persistence. You shake the dream dust from your brain tapestry. Visions of NASCAR racing with Rupaul fade with your burgeoning consciousness and are replaced with the hallowed silhouette of a piping hot cup of coffee.
And where will we find it? We want it right now!
Never fear, Baby Wakers, the perfect cup of coffee awaits you from just around the corner inside this sandblasted Aluminum-Sided Palace bedroom.
Up up, tie on that secondhand Frederick’s of Hollywood polyester-blended morning robe, pad pad pad en tiptoe to the kitchen, rub your eyelashes clean and let your gaze rest on the shining Gevalia brand drip coffee machine which so humbly awaits your attention from the three-legged table. Come, come! She is calling.
Proceed to The Pantry. There, please find a gleaming fresh bag of recently ground beans from the inimitable Big Bend Coffee Roasters of Marfa, TX. If you are lucky it will be the famed Big Bend Blend, known throughout the town as a rich supernatural sensation of full-bodied extravagance. May I point out the metaphorical parallels between this description and the experience of sitting on a broken concrete step holding a well-worn, piping hot tasse de café, holding hands with a beloved whilst gazing out upon the pastel glory of an early West-Texan morning?
Blessed be the Town, The Coffee and the Holy Haus of Greyfeather.
Amen.
Ryann in Marfa, TX