Sitting on a Dock by the Bay Enjoying a Latte

There’s a kind of magic that unfolds when you're sitting on a dock by the bay, cradling a latte that’s still warm enough to fog your sunglasses. The sun dances like a playful child on the water’s ripples, and the air smells like salt, dreams, and roasted espresso beans. Seagulls gossip above you, wings sketching lazy loops in the sky, while a sailboat hums past like it has nowhere particular to be. Time slows down—not in a dramatic, cinematic way, but more like a content sigh at the end of a long, happy breath.

Your latte wears a whimsical swirl of foam art, possibly a heart, possibly a cloud, depending on your mood. The cup is warm, grounding you in the present while your thoughts drift freely like driftwood bobbing on the tide. Each sip is a little love letter from the barista, rich and velvety, with a whisper of cinnamon rebellion.

The dock creaks gently beneath you, a wooden lullaby that rocks you in rhythm with the waves. Maybe a crab scuttles by, unimpressed by your caffeine-fueled reverie. Maybe a breeze flips your notebook open to a blank page, daring you to write a poem about nothing and everything.

It’s a moment stitched together by sunlight, sea breeze, and the simple luxury of being exactly where you are. Not waiting. Not rushing. Just being—on a dock, by a bay, with a latte in hand and all the world gently exhaling around you.

Madres Espresso, voted the Best Coffee Stand in the South Sound, 2024