The morning rush never ends, each morning filled with a little of this and that but once the train is on the tracks and the wheels in motion I get my most prized time. A comfort like no other is the moments spent in silence sipping a good hot cup of coffee. My coffee is made by a press, never a drip, its hot and dark and full of wonderful bitter flavor. I never have to worry I’m out of filters, cream or sugar my morning cup is always just right. Life is easier when you drink your coffee black.
