Something that makes me happy is coffee. I love the bitter nutty smell of coffee brewing. I love the hot liquid sliding into my empty belly after a long run, first thing in the morning. I love tiniest hint of sweetness from the few grains of sugar I stir in. I love the warmth of the mug in my hands and the steadfastness of steam from a freshly poured cup.

I love the sound of coffee perking-all those pops and gurgles and grunts from the overworked percolator. I love the smell of the Cowboy Coffee grounds as I measure them onto the crinkly white filter lining the bottom of the basket. Coffee fumes bring a sense of peace and goodness and all is right with the world. Sometimes I add a pinch of cinnamon for a spicy treat. Coffee and writing go well together.

I love to drink coffee in the morning, at noon, and at night. I love to drink coffee when I’m alone or with somebody. I love coffee with toast or chocolate cake, with cherry pie or bacon, with brownies or Cheerios. Yum.