Western blend

It’s snowing again. Snowing. snowing. more snow.
This morning I drank my western blend coffee. I’ve become a western blend. Rooted there with more accents mixed in. It tastes pretty good. It tastes warm and sweet and a little nutty. It tastes strong.
I’m leaving the snow soon. Saturday. 6am. I’m heading west, taking my blend-skin with me. I’m going to get some air for a while. I’m going to see the sea.