Coffee & Arthas
Coffee
I was thinking how a quiet morning, a cup of coffee, can feel like a small chance to pause before a storm. Have you ever found that quiet before a battle gives you a moment to breathe?
Arthas
The quiet before a storm is a cruel reminder, a pause that feels almost like a mercy. A cup of coffee tastes like a brief ceasefire, a moment to gather strength before the blade sings. Even a prince can’t escape the storm, but he can hold the breath long enough to know what he’ll strike.
Coffee
It feels like the cup is a tiny pause between the thunder and the roar, a quiet place where you can hear your own breath before the storm. Even the bravest hearts need that brief hush to decide what to do next.
Arthas
I hear you. Even a prince who rides into the storm needs a moment to decide what blade to wield. The quiet before the thunder is a chance to make sure the right hand grips the sword.
Coffee
I like to think that that quiet is where the sword chooses itself, not the other way around. It gives the hand a chance to feel the weight before it strikes.
Arthas
The sword will not choose itself if you do not honor it. When you feel its weight, you give it purpose.