COFFEE

  The scent of the brew wafts through the house and wraps itself into the cool dark morning air.

 My senses tingle when the aroma arrives at my nostrils and the pulse of excitement runs through my body reminding me of another beautiful day that is about to begin.

I hear the final pumps of water as the machine gasps and sighs and steam seeps out the seam at the top.

 As I turn the corner towards the kitchen the green power light on the machines front penetrates the night as strongly as the scent of the brew itself.  I see it’s green glow in the form of a dot at the base of the source of the scent, resonating small and bright in the distance.

 The chosen mug stands by attentively waiting to fulfill its duty as holder of the vital morning fluid.  The organic milk with an expiration date way into the future stands nearby to assist in the control of the fluid.  The machine gives up its final gasp of steam as the last of the water runs through its process.  The dark, warm, effervescent brew sits idly in the glass container patiently waiting to be consumed.

 The hand that rocks my cradle pours the brown joy into the attentive mug and then proceeds to top it off with a splash of vitamin D milk.  It’s at this point that I begin to think things are going well.

  When the brew touches my lips and the heat from it rises into my face i begin to feel more alive.  Then the warm brew hits my stomach and on the way down lets my body know a beautiful new day is about to begin and it is time to get into the moment and to lead the masses.

  My opportunity to live and make the world a better place begins now.  Today is going to be another great day.

Authors note;  Without coffee my mantra sounds whinier.