Coffee Drip

She can’t help herself with the coffee, my wife. As in infant, her mom dipped a thumb into fresh-brew and let her suck on it. Since those early days in Costa Rica, my wife has been hooked. She decked out our kitchen in coffee paraphernalia and asked for a proper-sized painting, which I happily supplied considering freelance jobs are tough to come by these days. She went with the one in the middle.