Dear Delicious Goodness that is Coffee,
I am in awe of you. Simply…in awe…
Regrettably, our relationship started later in life during the bleak, late-night study sessions at The Underground. But I want you to know that I’ve always admired you from afar. I distinctly recall being captivated by your intoxicating aroma as I transported you to my mother at the dining room table. I once ventured to take a sip, but you knew that I was not yet ready for you in all your bold glory.
And now, after all this time, I sit here in awe with each sip. How do you do what you do every day?
Every morning you are there to lift my haggard spirit as I drag my weary bones from slumber. From the warm and comforting quilt, I stagger into an air of Siberian crispness, awaiting comfort once more. The cacophony of the grinder heeds to the soft pattering of the measure, your wonderful aroma fills the house as you bless the water with your goodness.
And then, ritual.
I deliberately tip the carafe towards the eagerly awaiting porcelain chalice. How can one pour you out and not be swept away by your frothy swirl?
I hold you in my hands, your warmth radiating as from a crackling hearth. I inhale deeply. How can one smell you and not have their senses aroused?
And then…gently, ever-so gently, I sip. How can one taste you, and not know that you are truly nectar of the gods?
I know not.
Blessed are we both by our mutual acquaintances - cream and sugar - for their ability to help me understand your strength and subtleties as treasures to be savored.
Each of your personalities commend life to every situation with simple perfection. On a cold winter’s night, you spritz on a bit of gingerbread and wear a whipped cream hat. On a warm summer day, you grace my presence with a refreshing ride in a carriage of ice and coconut. And every weekday morning, you – along with cream and sugar, of course—you fill a vessel deemed worthy to care for you and accompany me to work.
As I have learned in my travels, your many names recall your intrigue and passion: café au lait, cappuccino, marrachino, and cafè correto. But like a mother recalling her child’s youth, to me, you will always be…my wonderful cup of coffee.
~The Lowes
I am in awe of you. Simply…in awe…
Regrettably, our relationship started later in life during the bleak, late-night study sessions at The Underground. But I want you to know that I’ve always admired you from afar. I distinctly recall being captivated by your intoxicating aroma as I transported you to my mother at the dining room table. I once ventured to take a sip, but you knew that I was not yet ready for you in all your bold glory.
And now, after all this time, I sit here in awe with each sip. How do you do what you do every day?
Every morning you are there to lift my haggard spirit as I drag my weary bones from slumber. From the warm and comforting quilt, I stagger into an air of Siberian crispness, awaiting comfort once more. The cacophony of the grinder heeds to the soft pattering of the measure, your wonderful aroma fills the house as you bless the water with your goodness.
And then, ritual.
I deliberately tip the carafe towards the eagerly awaiting porcelain chalice. How can one pour you out and not be swept away by your frothy swirl?
I hold you in my hands, your warmth radiating as from a crackling hearth. I inhale deeply. How can one smell you and not have their senses aroused?
And then…gently, ever-so gently, I sip. How can one taste you, and not know that you are truly nectar of the gods?
I know not.
Blessed are we both by our mutual acquaintances - cream and sugar - for their ability to help me understand your strength and subtleties as treasures to be savored.
Each of your personalities commend life to every situation with simple perfection. On a cold winter’s night, you spritz on a bit of gingerbread and wear a whipped cream hat. On a warm summer day, you grace my presence with a refreshing ride in a carriage of ice and coconut. And every weekday morning, you – along with cream and sugar, of course—you fill a vessel deemed worthy to care for you and accompany me to work.
As I have learned in my travels, your many names recall your intrigue and passion: café au lait, cappuccino, marrachino, and cafè correto. But like a mother recalling her child’s youth, to me, you will always be…my wonderful cup of coffee.
~The Lowes
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