The aesthetic of both the color scheme and flowing ballet of fluid dynamics of cream into a cup of coffee. Steam from the top and the anticipation of that first sip. The smell. The delirium of a new morning and maybe even the warmth of heater on my pajamas. Maybe I'm in a restaurant, the chaos of the talking customers and rushing waitstaff projecting a stark contrast to the act of simply mixing a perfect cup of coffee. I can say with certainty that whether I've just woken up at home next to someone I love. Or I'm in a shit restaurant in Las Vegas hung over, shirt on backwards, a stripper's number written on my forehead, jammed into a seat in a building with dozens of other people I'll never know. I always enjoy my cup of coffee. The experience from beginning to finish is almost a meditation for me. #coffee