Sunday Scribblings prompts with: COFFEE. Feelings about it? Love, loathing, indifference? Is it an important part of your life?
Indifference is a word I never think of in conjunction with coffee.
The aroma of fresh coffee stirs my senses and never fails to take me back to childhood when the perking coffee on a wood stove served the same purpose as an alarm clock. I wasn't allowed to drink it but the fragrance was so divine I could hardly wait to age! (Now that I have, however,...)
That being said, may I add that coffee is similar to vanilla in that the incredible scent of well-being doesn't extend to the flavor. Vanilla sniffed from the tiny bottle is wonderful, the raw taste not so much. And coffee seems to offer the same similarity. The steam that rises from a freshly brewed cup is my favorite part. Once the coffee reaches my tongue, it changes. Completely. It doesn't taste like it smells ~ unlike dark chocolate which tastes exactly like I expect it to!
I can't remember the last day I went without a cup of coffee or two!
First light's cuppa joe
Alarm clock for sleepy brain
In the nick of time
Chilly morning sun
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