Night Coffee

It's a nightly ritual. Almost nightly.

When I come out of a coffee shop, just having had my first human interaction of the day (though it's night), I make a point of inhaling the cold air and record a mental note of my first impression of the coffee.

The combination of inhaled air and coffee makes for an experience that is better than either smell or taste alone.

Sometimes there's wood smoke in the air and the coffee taste puts me in a country mood.

Sometimes the air smells like apples. The coffee adds a burnished autumn taste.

Tonight, the air was cold down by the lake and smelled of the lake. The coffee conjured many leavings of the harbour.