26 June 2012

Staring into my coffee like it holds the meaning of life. Savouring the taste as it cuts my taste buds like a knife.

Creamy latte goodness moving to my stomach from my throat. Froth sitting on the top like a fashionable overcoat.

Heaven in a coffee cup, I don't want this feeling to end. It's worth the two pounds fifty that I felt so loathe to spend.

Thank you, Lord, for coffee, for without it I'd be lost. I'm willing to drink a mug a day, no matter what the cost.

HeatherAnneCoffee Appreciation. • Opuss № I