I love my morning coffee. In the Summer, I drink my cups outside on the front porch. The birds chirp, I inhale the aroma of the first mug of joe, and all is right in my world. On the coldest and darkest of Winter days, I summon the urge to get out of my warm nest of a bed because of the siren call of fresh-brewed coffee and the way the hot mug warms my cold hands. If there is morning coffee for me, I can be sure that all will be right in my world.
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