The Third Place
It’s not home.
It’s not workplace.
It’s that special place between where we meet to awaken our senses, to find inspiration, and to make tasting connections.
Coffee is always the first thing I could ever think of whenever I wanted to break free. It is so powerful that it can bring me back to the old world where I fit in—unruffled. The smell it provides can steer me to a promising escapade.
And until now it still amazes me each time I think of those moments back when I used to call my coffee buddies so I can have someone to share my worries with--I used to asked for some small talk. Then the moment the coffee is served in front of me it seems it automatically drive away all the sadness. That simple. So the rest of the hours will be spent on catching-ups and chit-chat and there will be no more melodramatic talks. It is constantly serve with magic. Every cup can make ordinary moments turned into something wonderful.
This doesn’t mean I crave for coffee only when I’m sad. I can spend a whole day motionless as long as I am served with a cup of coffee. A day seems incomplete without having a sip of coffee in the morning. Night seems not over without it also.
I’m a coffee lover and I can have any kind of coffee anytime and anywhere I wanted. Life is so simple; an aroma of it can make me smile, a sip of it can make my day, a cup of it keeps me going. I love it especially on rainy days…in the morning…in the afternoon… at night… while alone… with friends…right now…
Indeed, all I ever think of these past days is a cup Caramel Macchiato and java chips served with cinnamon swirl.
I am so missing those old good times when my friends and I stayed out late at night for a coffee date.