It's that time of the year again—the time of dark days and cold nights. The time when you'd rather sleep in during Saturdays, and forget about going out. From August to November (or until December, if we're lucky), the rain would pour down incessantly—as if it would not cease until the next year. Several names have already been brought up for this: bed weather, cuddle weather, and even London weather. During this time, the aroma of coffee would be everywhere—in the kitchen, in the dining room, and even in the bedroom.
A cup of coffee is, by all means, somewhat of a saving grace for everyone (except, of course, the children). It lessens the headache that's sure to come of the guy who has been out drinking until 3 in the morning; it wakes up the lady who has to go to work bright and early; it keeps that college kid awake for an all-night session of studying; it warms the old lady from the cold that's bound to seep into her quaint house very soon.
And that little cup of coffee can go with almost anything. It can go with biscuits during merienda; it can go with your favourite tapsilog for breakfast; it can even go with that cake in your fridge for your midnight snack. That cup blends well with the French Jazz Trio song that your dad insists on listening for relaxation or that new Arctic Monkeys song that keeps you awake at night while you're writing your paper due tomorrow.
Still, you wonder how you fell into this sort-of love affair with the beverage. How you've gone from refusing to take a sip of the bitter mix when you were a kid to not functioning as properly as you'd like without a cup. But all that gets lost in thought when you realize you have far too much to do.
Because really, a cup of coffee would be lovely. Thank you.
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