I selected a nice ceramic coffee cup out of the cupboard this morning. I really appreciated the feel of it in my hand. The warm, smooth surface caresses my hands. I hold it in both hands, feel the weight as the bold aroma of the coffee reaches up to my face. I gaze into the dark, steamy liquid and realized that for the last two weeks, I have not had a real coffee cup in my hand. It has been a metal travel mug in the car or a styrofoam cup on the way out of a hotel or through an airport. I was caught in the travel mug world where there things are moving so fast that there was not time to relax and enjoy a real cup of coffee. It's good to be home.
