You see, while I like many things, I love very few things. But this love makes me feel all warm. it’s right up there with showering and brushing my teeth as a daily necessity. While many may laugh at my obsession, others will nod their head in agreement.
I love the taste of coffee. I don’t drink coffee primarily because I want to be more awake or aware. Of course, those are positive side effects of the drink. However, I enjoy it more for the ritual and the taste. I drink coffee like some people may drink wine. I love sitting down, grabbing a book, and brewing up a cup of coffee. To me coffee has always been more about relaxing than it has about waking up and getting more energy. I enjoy it slowly.
Not just at home, when I am away out, I prefer having my cup of coffee than tea. What makes me spend money at a coffee shop? Is it just to have a taste of luxury like what other people say or is it really a great hang-out place to unwind especially for non-alcoholic drinkers like me? Both!!
From the wall and furnishings color combinations, cups and glasses, tables, chairs and couches, creative lamps and reflected lights, coffee houses to me seem like a mini art gallery that’s why people love taking pictures while there. I love people watching. I observe total strangers in their preferred drink, dessert, gadget, book, fashion sense, the way they talk, their set of friends all these show a glimpse on their personality and lifestyle. Coffee shops are some of my favorite places where I share my ideas and hopes openly and comfortably because of its ambience and the quality of talk that could happen in this cozy environment. It’s where great thinkers and talkers converge.
As you push down the press’s handle slowly tiny bubbles float to the surface, the grinds amass more on the bottom. The press is ready- freshest, most pure cup of coffee. A bite of a freshly baked cookie then go on to slurp coffee while the 2 flavours combine; you taste flavours in both the coffee and cookie you had never realized existed. Sitting back in your chair with pure satisfaction, you breathe deeply and savour the fragrance. “Hmmm…..the smell of freshly ground coffee”.
I write a lot, which keeps me off the streets and out of trouble. There is always something to write about, always a new story to craft. Not writing, for me, is like trying to hold back a sneeze. Learning to write was the most powerful influence in my life. I can still remember the awe I felt when I realized I could put real words onto paper and tell out a story. From that first ‘a-ha’ moment I knew I wanted to write.
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