Café Au Me

My body has started to rise. I can feel the residue of last night’s sleep lingering. I know what I need to do. My senses are motivating my movements out of habit. I reach for the bag full of ground coffee. I pour the hot water over it, magnifying the already pleasant aroma that was beginning to fill the kitchen air. My mind starts to awaken now as I inhale slowly. Inspiration begins to churn, setting my thoughts in motion. I pick out a hand thrown mug, coated in a soft blue glaze. I pour the hot liquid into it and head for the table. I sit, my eyes looking out the window as I lift the mug to my lips. The steam rolls out, warming me, inviting me in. I take my first sip and it ignites my inner being. I hold it in my hands for a few minutes, appreciating the natural warmth and comfort it provides. As I slowly set it down, the sturdy weight of it feels as solid as my bones. I watch the steam roll out in waves, like the ocean. As they ascend towards the ceiling, I feel like each of my thoughts rides with them; a new one forming with each curl and extension of hazey moisture. I close my eyes and breathe in the layered scent before consuming it again. My eyes flutter back open, returning to the present, feeling at peace and yet rejuvenated, my soul riding on the waves made by grains of coffee.