The wail of the wind beyond the door trumps the sound of water decending in a pour

This morning's ritual requires a brew of roasted beans that some farmer grew

Ceramic mugs are cradled and caressed, their content savored with reverence

Languidly lingering, high and dry, while watching through windows rain droplets fly

Successive sips form a rhythm that flows into an emergent awakening from head to toes

Our daily quest for caffeinated bliss is a waypoint from dreams to consciousness