here's looking (back) at you

Flowers and tears, falling rain and jetstreams with waterdrops, all in delicious swirls of brown and white: this is the stuff of in-froth designs on top of the morning's cappuccino. And to touch these patterns to one's lips has traces of the erotic along with the ambivalence one might feel at drinking a snow-capped mountain scene (or, more likely, distorting it beyond recognition with that sideways-pulling first sip).

But I have to say, I found this morning's design just plain unnerving. Who--what--is this, looking back at me from the froth?