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Monday, July 11, 2005 -----

My Friend

Even when I was a kid, I knew coffee was something special. My mother would haul out the old percolator, and the kitchen seemed to fill with grownups and laughter in direct proportion to how heavy the aroma of the brew began to hang in the air.

It was dark and mysterious stuff. I had an aunt that I cant remember ever smiling unless a fresh cup of it was set at her place.

Then I grew up. It was a rite of passage, and it was my turn to see what all the fuss over a few crushed beans was all about.

I held the mug in both hands and savored the first experience, letting... ah, the smell of it waft up and encircle me. And then I drank. And drank some more.

I am not one of those people who uses coffee just as a jolt so I can function in the morning. But I drink it then, and at midday and in the lull of afternoon. Sometimes I am still enjoying a silent conversation with it well into the night. Coffee doesnt interrupt my sleep or hard-wire me.

Instead, coffee is my friend, I suppose. It is a comfort. It takes me gently by the nose and tells me to take deep, even breath; to walk with it in the fields where the sun kisses it, enhances it and makes the world around it a little more aromatic.

::  Posted by: Bello Montana Roasters  at 4:00 PM
  

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