Spark In The Dark for a minute there, I lost myself.
But have decided to drink less coffee. No more than two cups per week. And so I can’t go there as often anymore. :(
However, when I go, the staff greets me and the aroma of freshly ground coffee fills me with “aaahhh”. The first sips are heavenly. I try to detect the flavor of the bean without being told. Almost buttery, yet somehow spicy sweet, this one must be hazelnut and cinnamon. The warmth settles in my stomach heating my whole body. When I leave, the smell, rich and deep and sweet, still lingers on my clothes and in my hair. There are few things in life better than this.