Lavender Raf

Lavender Raf—and that's not about coffee at all.

The shade of a faded Rafik, a legend of the Soviet automobile industry, parked at the entrance.

Sun-warmed metal and the smell of gasoline mixed with the lilacs blooming in the yard. The color of short, aimless drives and long conversations in the backseat.

Soft, dusty, and slightly tired, like the twilight after a busy summer day, which you inevitably miss with the onset of cold weather.