coffee in late fall

I needed this now. My dear friend who is BRCA2 haunted (after conquering breast cancer 3 years ago), now at age 50 has ovarian cancer and is always looking over her shoulder at the pancreas, which has also been flash-bulbed into the cursed genome. So, we have coffee…often (she doesn’t dare consider wine anymore) to distract and focus on what is most important: live life fully, love unconditionally, forgive fiercely. I read my friend your lovely haiku and now her motto is–for as long as she has breath–“Let’s haiku this moment!”