A Cup of Cappuccino

Now that the warm weather is ending, it is time for me to change my blog template: I've replaced the beach-y background with a cup of cappuccino. Just the sight of a warm cup of coffee gives me a cozy and peaceful feeling even when the wind it howling outside. Although I rarely drink coffee because I get palpitations from too much caffeine, I still do love coffee very much. I've loved the smell of coffee since I was young. The rich and slightly creamy aroma sends my senses to wonderland. Whenever my dad brewed coffee, I would beg to a take a sip. However, I was banned from any coffee until the age of fourteen, because, apparently, coffee makes children's bones brittle. I can still remember when I had my very first cup of coffee. It was and ice-cold latte on one summer day. I was thrilled with every sip I took, totally wrapped up in the moment. My mother was very smart in letting drink latte for my first cup of coffee because if I had gotten the bitter black coffee my dad usually drinks, I would have been extremely disappointed. After a while, I learned that I cannot share coffee with my dad. He refuses to add any sugar to his while I like mine sweet and creamy (which makes latte the best choice). Yet, after the first month of coffee craze, I've learned to limit myself to coffee because the palpitations after the coffee stops me from doing anything productive.


SAT word of the day:
assauge: to sooth or calm