Coffee runs through my veins like verses in a poem. I wake to the whisper of a kettle, the scent of roasted dreams filling the air. Each cup is a moment suspended in time—a quiet ritual, a gentle pause, a sacred comfort.I find beauty in the swirl of cream, in the steam rising like thoughts before they form. From sunlit mornings with a smooth pour-over to late-night musings over a bold espresso, coffee is my companion, my muse, my warmth in a cup.It’s more than a drink—it’s an invitation to slow down, to savor, to connect. In every sip, there’s a story, a spark, a soul-stirring magic that I’ll never stop chasing.