We all have things that make our morning great. For me, its coffee. It's not a specific coffee, it can be a cappuccino, or a latte from Starbucks. It can be instant out of a can, although I am particularly fond of Kona beans from Hawaii freshly ground, and perking away in the pot.
In reality, it's not really the coffee that makes the morning. It's the act of drinking coffee, and everything that surrounds it.
The thought of sitting down at the table, with a cup of coffee and my journal, and releasing all of those pent up frustrations, and worries out onto the paper. It's the smell of a fresh brew as it fills the house, mingling with morning air sifting in the open window. Combined, that creates the perfect ambience.
I grew up with coffee, not the parents drank coffee and rushed out the door to work type, but the type where people from the neighborhood wandered in and out of the house to sit and casually drink coffee and talk. My home was the coffee shop of our neighborhood.
In the cold winter, the scent of brewing coffee would wake us from beneath our warm blankets, and pull us toward the kitchen, and into the fresh new day.
But summer time coffee, it was the best.
I remember as a child I was about 8 or 9 maybe, and was allowed to partake of my Dad's special river camp coffee. It sat simmering in a great speckleware pot on the open fire of our campsite, bubbling merrily atop the huge iron grate where Mom was preparing breakfast of eggs and bacon in a massive skillet.
Holding the styrofoam cup in my little hands I blew the heat away dispersing the smell into the cool air of morning and the fog sifting off the river. When it was finally cool enough to taste, it burst like ambrosia in my mouth and opened a whole new world. As I sat watching the fog roll off the river, and the sun creep in through the trees, I imagined a life of drinking coffee from a speckleware pot while the morning sun rose over the river, and any worries I had drifted instantly away.
And now, that I'm grown, I pour my coffee in the morning, its inky blackness filling the cup, and I'm whisked away, back to that morning on the river. The peace, the sound of birds, the fresh air, the fog, and the sun sifting through the trees. That, is why I love coffee, it returns me to a place I loved, and a memory I will always cherish.