I drank no coffee this morning and by 1:30 was heavy lidded and unable to focus. So I made a cup and found a piece of chocolate. While drinking my belated coffee, two children rode past the schoolhouse on tiny bikes. I could tell they weren’t from here by their protective helmets. There seem to be different imperatives in rural settings. No one I know here would understand the impulse to stop drinking coffee. It is the first thing offered in the morning and flows freely from never ending pots. Likewise I don’t see parents pad their children in protective gear. Saturday night my cousin’s children played in the yard and one got hit in the eye producing a shiner. It wasn’t rage, just an accident and it wasn’t the end of the fun. The urban and rural parents I know love their children fiercely. And my rural and urban friends are all passionate about how they live their lives, but they might go about it differently. I am keeping in mind our mother’s admonitions, “in all things moderation,” with my hand curled around a coffee cup.