Coffee, coffee, coffee… It’s not just another warm drink. There is something romantic and social about it. I sit by the window at my favorite café; watch people go by and surrender to a daydream. I do that in the company of a freshly ground and brewed cup of java letting its steam make its way to my ever-yearning lungs. With every sip the experience gets heavenlier… or something like that. Any coffee lover would know exactly what I’m talking about but only in his/her own unique way.
I worked in cafés for more than a decade and got to see how it connects people, even the ones from fairly different backgrounds, on sort of a secret level that was only known to them which went way beyond that superior taste and made ‘the club’ all the more special. Experiencing this, day in day out, and being a part of that community carves something into one’s soul and I think it’s kind of the explanation, or simply the excuse that I had been searching for, for my addiction.
Things come and go; hell, people come and go! But coffee is forever.
