I enjoy having a beverage in the morning more than the average person. Perhaps because I'm not too critical about what that beverage is. While some cannot do without one's certain specific special rendering, I happen to relish different beverages on different days at different times of the year in above average quantities. I can very well chug that morning beverage down at once or sip it over an extended period. Satiating my parched ante meridiem psyche, however, is what buoys me the rest of the live long day.
Mmmmmm......aaaaaaaaahhhhh.
It is now November and mornings are gradually becoming more and more nippy. Many of the resident birds, the familiar chatty ones in the nearby trees, have flown to season the coming winter far away from here. With the windows cracked, I can hear the wind and the rustle of leaves. Those sounds now replace the orchestrations of "Fowl Symphony No.1" in these early light hours. It's that time of year my bedding embraces and coddles me like a warm woman's bosom. The time is here again when nature, my body and my mind demand hot coffee and its divine aroma.
Mmmmmm......aaaaaaaaahhhhh.
Tea, or any variety of it, is not an equal and it can neither substitute coffee. If I were a child, hot chocolate would be the surrogate. A warm drink from beans, not from leaves, is what the soul yearns for these days. As the days and weeks unfold ahead, as the temperatures become colder and the cold matures into winter, stronger brewed coffee mollifies the chill's relentless grip during the year's longest stretch.
Mmmmmm......aaaaaaaaahhhhh.
Whether it's a cup enjoyed in my kitchen or a restaurant, whether I savor it off my twenty-eight once aluminum travel mug and dash through traffic on my daily drive to work, it is hot robust and freshly ground coffee on these mornings that conditions me for winter, gestates me through it and births me into spring.
Mmmmmm......aaaaaaaaahhhhh.
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posted by JerryNJ @ 6:25 PM
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