There were four other similar incidents and in each one, ... in each one, it rained. Like it did today. Curious.
Sometimes, no smoke and mirrors are employed; one simply vanishes in plain sight. Yes?
To us, maybe. To them, not so much. Easy peasy.
No clue as to why I came up with a cinquain about coffee. Just a spur of the moment, I guess or buried memories unearthing themselves.
Here is a haiku six months in the making; six months because I gave up trying to describe the imagery before me as I waited in line to get into the DMV. After all this time, well, I still don’t have it down. And so ... 😀