Ice Cream in my expresso

A favorite artist of mine sang a song with the lyrics "Clouds in my coffee". Now, understand expresso has been the key element in waking me up. Interesting enough to jot down today, I put ice cream in my expresso. At first, the ice cream looked like stair steps and it melted into a smooth layer of cream. As I watched the transformation I began to hum Carly Simon's incredible song. And then, it was clear to me the analogy I was seeing. It has not been clear to me the meaning of "clouds in my coffee". Yet, the expresso became crystal clear. "Ice cream in my expresso" feels like a parallel or the pattern which has been scripted for me. The hilarious part is that I had run out of milk days ago and had finally replaced it. In need of my expresso, as usual, I went right for the ice cream, my back up creamer, and my cloud of choice.