this morning #1902.

this morning, the coffee had gone cold. i finally had to admit it’d cooled off some time ago. kept drinking it though. told myself that it tasted fine. on some level, it still had its initial flavor. the same warm taste from that first sip. now though, that flavor was watered down. left out & weathered by time. we all know that the second sip’s never as satisfying as the first. coffee. constantly creeping closer to room temp until it goes past that to a place where it’s almost not worth keeping it around. you could just as easily toss it out & brew a new pot. wouldn’t be hard but, in the moment, you tell yourself that it’d be a shame to waste what you’ve already made. you can try to heat it up but you’ll do so in vain. it’ll never be the same.