an ode to coffee

Coffee. It’s more than just a drink. Let me explain: it’s a chance to pause. It’s an experience. It’s a tension soother. It’s a conversation aid. It’s a date. Has anyone ever said, “Hey, are you busy tomorrow afternoon? Want to get together to chat over a glass of water?” Of course not. But there’s something about coffee. I can still remember the satisfied, “Ahhh,” accompanied by a smack of the lips my dad would make every morning after his first sip. Of course then, I was too young to enjoy it, but I knew there was something to it. Now, Darwin & I both thoroughly enjoy our coffee. And thank God for small mercies, we both like it black & strong. Other than that, we aren’t hard to please. It’s such a seemingly insignificant thing, coffee, but it makes life just a little more enjoyable. For a pittance, it turns a regular mundane day into a treat. It seems such a luxury when Darwin says, “Want to stop for some coffee?” It never gets old or feels boring. We did just that yesterday, to counteract a rather frustrating visit to the bank. And even better, we got both our drinks for free because our cups had stickers on the bottom! So even if it has been gray for a few days here (and Dar’s gloomily told me this is it, winter’s here), at least I have coffee to get me through.*

*as a disclaimer, I need Christ more than coffee to really get me through, but I hope that's a given.