Especially when it consists of things like peach tarts, fresh orange juice,
perfect scrambled eggs and, not to forget, the perfect cup of coffee.
There is just something about fresh brewed coffee in a white cup that gets
me every time- that rich brown color and the aroma that wakes me up in the best possible way.An example of perfect composition and texture. Then the cream, swirled in a sinuous curve, to complete the picture. Now for those who have witnessed me early morning, i.e., pre-coffee, this is definitely a good thing. The world is a dangerous enough place as it is, in my opinion, without letting me run around loose before the right amounts of coffee have been ingested.
So that first cup is definitely a thing of joy, yes. After the first few
sips, the world seems a more hospitable place. The fangs retract and the
brain clears, somewhat. The birds even start twittering, ceasing their
previous shrieking. If there is sunlight, it starts looking golden instead
of like an interrogation lamp.
And so I admire the power this piece of white china with its contents has on me. I sit back in the chair and look benevolently around. Now all I need is that second cup and things will be even better…