The coffee I am drinking at this moment is so, so good.
It is so good.
Every sip is like a kiss. One of those long, gentle kisses that fill your head with helium.
The flavor evolves on my tongue. It starts off as just a sensation of heat, then a complex interplay of bitter and sweet that mellows and soothes as my mouth fills with saliva.
Every sip makes me happy to be alive. I feel at peace, and simultaneously able to do anything. I could climb the Empire State Building barehanded and then hang glide down to the sidewalk.
I could curl into a ball and close my eyes and just be another nameless part of the Universe — no — just be the Universe.
That’s what this coffee does to me. Sweet Jesus, do I ever love coffee.
