Morning means coffee. It wasn’t always like this and has only been the case for the past 2 years or so. Perhaps longer, perhaps shorter. I’ve tried tea, and it’s fine on occasion, but it’s too pleasing and demur. Coffee is not, but neither is bold or bitter per se, though it has some of those qualities. Instead coffee, as I see it (and you may see it differently) simply is. It’s not a morning jolt or caffeine high, though it can do that to. It’s a warm thick liquid that gets into your bones. It is your mother’s kitchen on a winter morning, warm and welcoming, rich with smells that strike the right chord, remind you of the good things in life. What I’m talking about here is real coffee, not that hazelnut flavored crap that tea drinkers have infected the world with. This is the strong, dark stuff that you can’t drink too much of unless you want to spend an hour on the toilet.

This is morning, warm and welcoming, before you got out into the bitter cold.