a cup of coffee

I sat in front of the yard,the cool night air brushing against my skin. The city lights twinkled like stars, and a gentle hum of distant traffic filled the air. I cradled a steaming cup of coffee in my hands, the rich aroma rising up and wrapping around me like a comforting blanket.

Taking a sip, I savored the deep, earthy flavors. There was something magical about drinking coffee at night. It wasn’t just about the caffeine; it was the ritual, the quiet moments of reflection. I watched as a gentle breeze stirred the leaves of a nearby tree, casting dancing shadows on the ground.

With each sip, memories of the day faded away, replaced by a sense of calm and clarity. The worries of tomorrow could wait. Tonight was for the simple pleasure of a good cup of coffee, the beauty of the night, and the peace it brought.