I really do wonder if I truly do love to drink coffee. Do I? I'm actually a person who loves tea but I'll order a coffee when out. Is it that I love delectable coffee shops, their ambiance and vibe? Is it that I love to observe, the people inside, their faces, especially their smiles? I will wait for my cup in anticipation, wanting to see the coffee art that will appear on top. Did the barista make a perfect heart? I'll order a fancy cake as a side piece. I'll savour both slowly, slower than my usual pace. I'm not hurried or worried. I don't need to be anywhere because I've deliberately taken time to be here. It's a sensory experience. A savoured one.
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