An ode to coffee

On this Monday morning, as I sip my daily coffee I am warmed with appreciation for the little things: a comfy chair, the sunshine, good friends…the list could go on.  But what about what’s right in my hand?  What about coffee?

Coffee is a reason for good memories and whenever I take a sip it seems to slow my day down, even just for that second.  So here’s my ode to a relationship that wasn’t love at first sight.

I specifically remember when I was seven or eight years old and I took a sip of my dad’s cup of coffee (black, mind you) and proclaimed ever so poetically, “Nasty.  I will never drink that in my life.”

Coffee, however, continued to spark a curiosity in me as I discovered I actually loved everything about coffee, I just didn’t like the taste.  I loved to pour the little creamers into my mom’s white diner cups, I loved holding the warm mugs, I loved all the different designs for coffee cups, and I even liked coffee’s aroma.  The sound of coffee brewing was soothing as well.

The only thing that was left to be desired was the taste.  Five senses, I’d hit four of them.

I guess, at the time, I didn’t realize how tiring being an adult is.  When I first tasted coffee I was at the fortunate age in which I could frolic in the sun and dirt all day, chase boys, or go sledding and when little me got tired I could nap or go to bed at 7:30, perfectly content with my day, not a care in the world.

Now?  Well, now coffee is one of just a few things that I do every, single day. It’s a staple of my breakfast (plus oatmeal and SportsCenter) and I can’t remember the last time I went without it.  Honestly, I think coffee is wholly undervalued.

Coffee is so multidimensional; in the winter it’s comforting and relaxing, even the sound of it brewing is peaceful.  And the smell, oh the sweet smell.  Yet in the summer, add a few cubes of ice and nothing beats it: refreshing, cool, and sharp on your tongue.

And what about that coffee shop coffee, fancy and friendly?  Or that good ol’ drive-thru coffee turned road trip companion?

That warm mug can also be a great facilitator.  Words over coffee seem more refreshing and hopeful than those over a cool glass of beer.

What’s your favorite cup of joe?


Danielle Clark

About Danielle Clark

I am 28 years old and for 5 years out of college I played basketball for a living. I was a professional basketball player in Europe so I spent most of my years there and came back to Maine for summers and a couple weeks at Christmas time. I thought my years there would open my eyes to what I want to be when I "grow up." That didn't happen. I have discovered, however, that I just have to try something. Just do things and toss myself into them. I have currently tossed myself into being a college basketball assistant coach and one on one reading tutor. I grew up in Corinna, Maine and have been a resident Mainer. I love sports, reading, writing, cooking, baking, watching movies... everything. I have lots of hobbies and not enough time in the day!