His first brush with his daily coffee was through the nose – smelling the ground roasted beans as they went into the filter, and then sucking in deep breaths of the cup after it was poured, a scent that pleasured the senses.
Coffee
Roasted
dark
hot and waiting
aromas drift
and capture
carry
and hold
heat comes
to my lips
and tongue
and the flavor
slides up
into my
mind
That Moment
Do you know that moment when you first smell the brewed coffee and lift a cup of it up to your lips, and feel the heat radiating toward you? You take that first sip and let it loiter in your mouth and slip down your throat, and think, “Wow, that’s so good.” You take another sip, and the sip becomes a long, lingering swallow that hefts a sigh in you as your lips finally part with your cup, and it comes to you, that might be the best thing of your day?
But then you go on, and there are other good things during the day, and you think, “This can be a pretty good life.”
Naw, that’s probably just the coffee talking.
Rhetorical
Have you ever been out somewhere, and smell something funky, or bad, and think, is that me?, and then try to smell yourself to see if it is?
No, no, I never have. I was being rhetorical.
Michael Seidel, writer 