My morning coffee… Can you smell it? Can you feel it? Can you taste it?
After completing my morning ritual of having a shower and getting dressed, I progress to the moment of ultimate joy in my day, everyday. Be it Monday or Saturday, at home or away, I tred quietly into the kitchen. I choose the cup of the day – sometimes one that brings reflection, sometimes one that makes me smile, sometimes one that prompts a memory. I open the fridge, take out the milk and pour half a cupful into my chosen cup. A splash of cream to make the flavour full. A couple of steps to the microwave to warm up the milk. Beep, beep, beep. Cup in hand I turn to my little handy Nespresso machine. First, froth the milk. Next, choose the coffee – should it be ristretto strong to open the eyes and kickstart the brain or espresso taste to smoothly transition into the day. I choose. Capsule in, cup under, button pushed. An espresso size to get the most strength. I wait. The coffee pours into the hot, frothy milk. Mmmm. I wait. I press the button once again, freeing more delicious, steamy coffee to flow into my morning cup. Two hands on the warm cup standing in the back doorway gazing sleepily at the garden. Up to my nose to catch a waft of the wake-up magic. To my lips to sip the fragrant liquid gold, feeling it glide down my throat, my taste buds peaked at the flavour of, well, my morning.
musingsmine 