Really, something so blissful should have a much more beautiful name for it... Even when I say it in español, the name doesn't capture the heat and flavor that fill my head with the rich layers swirling across my tongue onto the top of my mouth....Ahhh, my first cup of coffee... I love sitting on my patio with the cup near my face so that I can gently inhale the bouquet while my bottom lip caresses the edge of the cup. The sun dances patterns on my robe, the wind whispers softly in the pear tree, my eyes are half closed and I am lost in a sparkling brown maelstrom of taste and sensation... for now, there is nothing like my first cup of coffee in the morning...
and it's enough.
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