From the moment that the whine of the burr grinder stops and the rich smell of the brew fills the air, coffee takes me somewhere. I'm not a complete coffee junkie, but I do love coffee--fresh whole bean coffee, strong and full-bodied, lightened with some half and half.
But that first cup of coffee isn't just about the rich aroma, the creaminess of the half and half, the warmth, the caffeine. For me, it's about the quiet. The moment. I can enjoy a cup of coffee as I begin my day reading my Bible, answering email, checking my blogs. Some mornings I'm lucky to get through half a cup and a quick devotional reading before getting distracted with the morning routine which leaves me with tasks unfinished and a cold cup of coffee. Other mornings I wake early, or the kids sleep late, or time stands still, and I am able to linger over two full cups of coffee. A few days this week have been those glorious two-cup mornings.
I think more than I love coffee itself, I love what coffee becomes as I enjoy it:
It's the peace of being the only one awake in the house.
The perfect afternoon pick-me-up on a cold winter's day, paired with a book or a chick flick.
Coffee is the nightcap after a fun evening with friends or family.
It's the completion of a great restaurant meal, accompanying dessert or on its own.
It can be an escape: a special sugared and frothed treat in a coffeehouse with a girlfriend, bringing with it laughter and fun or serious open-hearted sharing.
It's an invitation. Coffee isn't always just coffee.
What is coffee to you?