And coffee never chooses who should enjoy it. Because in front of our coffee are all the same.
First coffee this morning. Warm, dense, calm. Like two lonely people who enliven each other.
Just a cup of coffee that serves sweetness, not a promise of sweet-looking lips
Be like coffee this morning. Despite itself, yet gives relentless tranquility and inspiration.
The first coffee of the day. Bitter, dark, and fragrant. Such curiosity is too quickly over.