My ode to coffee

How is it that each and every morning, oddly even when I am ill, that I feel your gentle tug as soon as I wake? I will even hear you sometimes during the day or in the evenings. You are never far from my thoughts. A smell, taste or sight of the ever-faithful coffee or coffee cup brings you to my mind and I must submit.

I have realized that part of your draw on my senses is the idea that you represent in my mind- a quiet moment alone with a steamy cup in my hands while the sun is slowly rising or setting. Nature abounds and I am at peace. That is the perfect coffee moment in my mind, a moment that my soul longs for and so in response, I drink coffee. Sick and twisted I know but there are worse vices. I even gave tea a try and it satisfied little. I have given you up and suffered no ill effects but I missed my “moments” so I return.

You also represent that bonding time with friends or loved ones. The aroma and atmosphere mingle together to enhance the relational moment. There is nothing quite like it.

This is not even mentioning your “wake me up” abilities. I have heard it said that this ingredient is the only legal drug choice of millions. I hate to tarnish your image in my mind with thoughts such as this but I will admit that you have come in handy on many occasions. On the down side you make me irritable and grouchy when I have had too much as well as keep me up with a racing mind that cannot rest. There in lies the dilemma, the balance to strike-enjoy you in moderation and don’t abuse your lovely, delicious qualities and abilities.

In response to all of this I find myself drawn to things ‘coffee’. Things like coffee cups and different methods and makers. I have accumulated a wide assortment of vessels and equipment. All appeal to a different side and taste but they all help me accomplish my goal and experience. To get a new maker in the mail or at the store brings about such anticipation. A fresh cup in my hand must be quickly broken in and tried. You fill them all so well. Some mornings it is quite a decision to pick only one.

Oh dear friend, you really are no friend because you are only a beverage that I create and then consume but somehow you feel like a friend. I think of you and sigh wondering if I should go and make some right now.

This is a photo of one of my favorite mugs, plus it's 'coloradorish', and this is my current maker.
Later