Tortoise

And sometimes, we glean wisdom from unexpected places.

While sitting in a French-style, 1980s-esque, Westwood-placed cafe owned by Romanians, I received my drink from the sweet barrista manning both the register and the machines. He had taken awhile, but entranced by my rugelach and email, I had neither noticed nor minded.

“Good things come to those who wait,” he said, smiling as he handed me a cappuccino capped by the tallest blanket of pristine and frothy foam I had seen.

Somehow, it didn’t feel like he was talking about the coffee.

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