On Morning After Another...

A cup of coffee is my expected morning's pleasure. I make it the same way every time. Some mornings it satisfies only to the extent that the ritual of making it has been performed and by the time I consume it other things have taken my attention. It's just fine.

But oddly, on other mornings this drink, duplicated hundreds, thousands of times, delivers a pleasure that keeps my attention focused only on the experience of enjoying it. It fulfills the hopes I have for it each time I awaken. Wow, what a really great cup of coffee that was!