Coffee Beeswax

I'm sitting in a coffee shop with half a bagel and a full cup of coffee. I'm sitting at the bar facing the front window looking out at a gorgeous sun-filled day and the sun is glaring back in at me. The coffee is steaming right underneath my chin and it is so fresh that there is still a plethora of oxidizing bubbles surfing on the surface.

I look down into my coffee and see to my surprise, myself looking back at me. The sun is just right and the angle is just so. I see a thousand versions of myself in the reflection of each and every bubble. A honeycomb of me that moves in unison. With the black of the coffee as a background and my black sweater's collar creeping into the field, I feel like I'm in a music video of the 1980's but one thousand times over. It's like a series of parallel universes in which I am performing the beginning scene of Bohemian Rhapsody. Or at the very least, a Peter Gabriel video.

And of course, being who I am, I feel the need to start making funny faces in the reflections.

Now the bubbles have migrated to the sides of the cup. You'd think that would ruin it, but it only makes it better. Now there is a huge reflection of myself in the pool of coffee in the middle surrounded by a multitude of bubbles hugging the lip of the mug still reflecting a thousand versions of myself. Of course at this point, I start singing the beginning of Bohemian Rhapsody into my coffee cup. The people here must think I'm insane...and they'd be right!