Saturday, April 7, 2007

Ode to a Thermos of Coffee

Catchy title isn’t it?

I am too far removed from college English to remember what an Ode is. I could look it up, but it might just confuse me. I just know it's what you write when you feel inspired by something.

My thermos inspired me when I poured a HOT cup of coffee at 9:30 at night. I’d made that coffee at 7:30 that morning, and now that my day seemed nowhere near ending I was seeking out caffeine to keep me going late into the night. For a girl who can barely function coherently after 10 pm, I would need all the help I could get!

But back to the thermos… my coffee was still so hot that evening that even adding cream didn’t cool it off enough to have to put it in the microwave.

I was so impressed! (Yes, I am easily amused).

Of course, the whole pot had started off hot and fresh, but then – well, the day happened, and the coffee that was left in the coffee maker was stale and cold.

But a thermos is a marvelous thing, and so is a friend.

There are times when passionate idealism or determination flow from me. I am excited, super-heated with a fresh concept, a fresh vision, and then life happens – just stuff - and my passion cools. My determination grows stale.

But then a friend pours back into me that initial dream, that fresh approach and enthusiasm, that which my friend has kept hot for me for those times when circumstances have chilled my passion.

Someone has said that a friend is the one who knows the song in your heart and sings it back to you when you have forgotten the words.

Yeah, that’s it – that’s what I’m saying as I have written my own “Ode to a Thermos of Coffee.” It is my friends who hold my dreams hot and fresh for me, and that is a marvelous thing quite worthy of an ode!

1 comment:

Becky said...

I wrote this on a napkin at a Caribou Coffee. I was feeling very "Abe Lincolnish". Do you think school children will quote it someday in speech contests?