Wednesday, August 20, 2003


I can smell the aroma. The wafting memory. That perfectly brewed tankard of coffee. I ground the beans myself.
Just the right amount of sweetener, milk.
All the ingredients to make starting my day at 1:45 a.m. somewhat more tolerable.
This daily joy of java.

Why did I leave it on the kitchen counter?

I wonder if it misses me. I miss it