In Praise of Slow

A house of fine coffee in Moncton. We roast for the hour you keep, not for the queue you are trying to leave.

Slowly, because the bean still carries a season. We taste, wait, and roast again until the cup is calm enough to stay with.

It is for the person who notices the second sip. A quiet morning. A conversation that outlasts the first cup.

In the cup: warmth, then clarity. Chocolate, a lift of fruit, a finish that does not shout.