The first slurp of creamy hot latte in the morning—SIIIIP AHHAAA—not in front of a work laptop, nor from the sounds behind, where my big boss adds hot water directly to his espresso rather than a carton of sterilized milk.
It’s sipping a latte (with fresh milk froth added) on a Saturday morning and immersed in the birds’ TWEEDLE-TSEEE, the fat white cat’s sudden MEEE-OWWW from downstairs (for breakfast), the RUMBLE…RUMBLE… of a heavy loaded truck and the THWIP-TAP-TAP of my own thoughts fed to my blog rather than my bot.
I am content with my hot coffee.