Memoire Wish You Were Here

The coffee is running through a grinder, warm biscotti are placed on the cafe’s counter, a low melody plays on the patio speakers, while warm rain trickles down the striped umbrella you sit under looking out onto the cobblestone streets. Distance is no measure for love that makes us feel alive. Notes of summer rain/ petrichor, toasted almonds, and fresh ground coffee let your love feel closer.