A New Experience Every Morning.

Its cold when it rains--the heavy dampness of the rain drenched world permeates everything. I'm sitting here shivering just a bit, my legs, feet, and arms are chilly but my face is freezing. I would turn on the furnace but i love the silence and soon my coffee will be ready and i can wait for the thick steam to rise from the mug and wrap around my face and find some comfort in the smell of the coffee, the heat of the steam, and rich dark flavor that brings balance to my morning.

I have exposed on coffee before and i don't mean to beat a dead horse (or brewed bean) but coffee is so much a part of my morning that it has become a part of me. I find, more and more, that the simple things that bring us pleasure, that aren't killing us, that don't adversely effect our health, or don't drain our finances are worth making a part of life. There is so much sorrow and frustration and darkness and fear in the world already, i don't see a point in making life any harder on myself. I could live with out coffee, but it would suck.

It should be said that i am a creature of excess, i have an extremely hard time cutting myself off when it comes to food. So, there is an undeniable battle between the coffee i drink for the enjoyment and routine of my morning and going to far with the one more cup that makes me jittery and a little sick for the rest of the day. When I'm home it is easy to drink too much coffee, it just happens throughout the course of the morning and early afternoon. But the first coffee of the day is a new experience every morning.

Coffee, honestly, gives me a great deal of comfort and something to look forward to in the early morning. These early mornings hammering away at the keys on the computer or feeding a very grumpy baby or throwing my mind into the mixer if my 5 yr old is up too, would be close to impossible without something constant and routine and hot and caffeinated. And, perhaps, it is as much about routine as anything else. My morning coffee grounds me in my day and offers a small base of luxury and comfort upon which i can base the rest of my day. Hemingway wrote, once, that when he starts writing he starts with the truest sentence he knows at the time, if the rest of the days work falls apart then he can always go back to the beginning. In much the same way i start my day, if it all goes to shit, i can always look back to now and make another cup of coffee.