Kathatonia

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Whenever I’m in a coffee shop, I sip my coffee with the lid off and let the steam warm my face, wake my senses and clear my head of the day’s trivialities.

Back in college, I didn’t understand what my Marketing professor meant when she said people go to coffee shops for the experience. Years later, I have come to treat coffee drinking at such places as a sort of ritual, like going to the spa or meditating.

I keep the cardboard sleeves and write down what stories were shared during the leisurely sipping, a memento of good times spent with people very dear to me.

Long conversations over coffee = priceless + bright spot