It’s not simply coffee, but a cup of sheer bliss. It is what has inspired me to sit here and write, even as the drizzle threatens to blur my words.
My mornings are incomplete and dull without it. It’s therefore not surprising that I always like to brew my own cup. Others, no matter how much love they put into it, seem quite to miss the point – either the sugar is a bit more, or the coffee a tad less. Sometimes- it appears to me – there’s an invisible hand at play that adds that special ingredient!
Coffee can get me out of the foulest of my moods. I don’t exaggerate when I say that the mere mention of it lifts my spirits and springs a song in my heart. Each morning as the water boils away in the kettle and I take in the aroma of the beans, I fantasize about raising the cup to my lips and filling my senses with warm, fuzzy delightfulness.
Cheers to the perfect cuppa!
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