Coffee

It's made such a difference to my mornings having my little French press coffeemaker at work, and my poppy-painted Cretan coffee cup. 

What is it about coffee, even decaf, that offers so much comfort and solace? The lure of copper samovars in dusty souks, the blue-tabled taverna on the harbor at Mochlos after a morning swim, the coffee berries we saw ripening red on the Kona Coast each year again . . . That isn't all of it, but some. The sensual memories stirred, the deep connection with the world evoked—so much contained there in a little cup that fits so naturally into a cupping hand.

image: Bubbles atop freshly brewed coffee in a french press, Salimfadhley