Slow coffee mornings are often chilly and damp, sometimes rainy, and always when there is nowhere to be. A morning when one has time and place to think, relax, reminisce, count blessings and leisurely enjoy rich, slow sipped java. It is well-depicted in this image as even the skies with sun breaking through a heavy fog take on the color of cream and sugar coffee. This shoulda, coulda, woulda been a slow coffee morning, but the yearning to get out and record it was the greater force.