Monday morning called for coffee. The aroma of ground arabica beans brewing in the kitchen reached my bedroom. The alarm was snoozed, but the coffee beckoned. With tired eyes, I reached for a mug and watched as the hot, dark liquid filled my cup. I smoothed its bitter taste with cream and admired the swirl of color as I stirred. I inhaled the rich scent and lifted the mug to my lips. With every sip I felt the day brighten a little more. When I reached the bottom of the porcelain mug, I was ready for the week to begin.
E.M.Panos loves books and travel. She lives on Boston’s North Shore with her wife.