At the dawn of a new day, when I wake up and open my eyes, I see the light coming through my window and it is then when many thoughts come to my mind and a desperate desire to drink my first cup of coffee. I get up, take a shower, but only when I manage to savor my morning coffee do I feel alive, with the certainty that this magical liquid will make everything I propose during the course of the day will be achieved successfully.
Sometimes, I usually go out to my corner of Light, under my beautiful loquat tree to drink my coffee, while I let my breakfast simmer. While tasting that rich flavor, I let myself be carried away by the sounds of nature, to fill myself with that rich energy. I watch the butterflies fluttering in the garden, while I take small sips, wishing that magical moment would never end. At that moment there is only nature, my coffee and me, sitting in my wooden armchair under the loquat tree.
Suddenly memories of my childhood come to me, when my grandmother would say: it's time for coffee with bread! And I would run away with my cousins, because the love with which my grandmother prepared it gave it a different taste. In that dreamy moment, I hear a shout from inside the house: Breakfast is ready! I enter the house and serve myself more coffee to accompany the delicious arepas with cheese. What a tasty breakfast, with that red coffee that unites the family.
Leaving a little bit of that black coffee to accompany the last bite so that the strong flavor remains on the palate for the rest of the morning. What more could I ask from life? A good attitude to start the day, but as long as I had my black coffee! All this is what makes me feel my first coffee of the morning.
