macchiato

This macchiato









is too strong.

I love coffee but I don't know if its supposed to be like this. Bitter? Yes. Am I awake now? Yes. But I wanted this cup of espresso to be gentler. To softly coax me out of bed rather than kick me out of it.









In July, I remember having a macchiato in San Francisco that made me pause. It was from Blue Bottle Coffee at the beautiful Ferry Building. It made me want to drive back and tell them, "I'm sorry I asked for this to go, in a paper cup." It was exquisite. I drank it slowly. I wanted to wake up to that every morning.

My birthday wish this year?

I want everything to make me pause. I want many reasons to say - this life is exquisite.