Ever moved to a new city or returned after a long time gone.
Feel turned around, north is south, east is west.
Then one day, your compass corrects.
You're roots start to grow.
You feel comfortable.
It's almost home.
Ode to coffee
How I love thee...
You open my eyes when I cannot see
You inspire my lips when I cannot speak
You ignite my body when I cannot move
You awaken my spirit when it is dim
Oh, how I love thee
Now if you could just make yourself...