A clock with different coffees at each hour

This has been one of the longest couple of days in recent memory.

At 1:15am the same song that has been plaguing me all week (unbelievably one I still like by Santana) woke me up. And instead of a few words coming through when I calmed myself with my hand on my heart, an image appeared in my mind. The visual was of me sitting in the back of a hay wagon, which led me to think of milk, which led to the word opacity — i.e…