As I stopped, I saw his coffee had ice crystals laced across the top and there was a tattoo of a dragon etched on his arm.
He told me the raven that lives on the hill by my place brought him the shiny yellow mug. His hair was very white
and his nose was getting long.
Chickadees hopped across his shoulder. He smiled fondly at them. His eyes were so familiar. I asked him if we had met before.