I spent about twenty days last month in a camp that was regimented and far from what anyone would call home. With so little sleep gained and yet so much energy drained, one thing got me up and running to face the hurdles of the day.
The weight of it—ever so light yet condensing the right condiments to deliver vitality to the needy—its reinvigorating aroma, and most importantly, the refreshing feel of it as it glides through one's digestive tract—all leave a reminder why I go to it every dawn to truly feel ready to go.
Of course, I am talking about that one thing that fits all of this description; a cup of coffee—the superior drink. One element I omitted in describing it, however, is its temperature when served.
Entropy! Yes, entropy: the degree of disorderliness in a system. How crucial a role it plays in our every-day lives. How cogent a contribution it makes to how I feel for the day with a cup of coffee. It matters—yes, it does—how the molecules of my being dance to the tune of the caffeine in my system. It's why the temperature of my cup of coffee is so imperative.
The feeling of chill in cold coffee can be apt in certain circumstances depending on the weather, say a generally warm day. Gulping it down and feeling the cool sensation fused with the delicious taste of caffeine can be so satisfying. The other end of the temperature spectrum, however, poses qualities that I consider packed with assurance of that feeling that makes me go "Hmmm, ahhh".
The heat! There is something about the heat that makes me want to drink coffee. I feel as though, aside from the energy one gets from coffee, there is some extra that one can get from the sizzling high temperature that hot coffee has.
I can only tell you about heat transfer in machines as an engineer, but my description of the anatomy of man and the absorption of energy, for which I apologise, may be deficient. But I will accurately tell you, however, that I do feel like the heat I get from coffee provides the oomph, alongside the caffeine, to forge ahead and overcome the hurdles.
Also, lest I forget, I feel the the smell of coffee—which is crucially important for any coffee lover—oozes out more at high temperatures. The aroma and flavour of hot coffee feel and hit differently.
In those twenty days, all I could get was hot coffee at the only coffee shop. The coffee shop owner knew just how I liked it, so I always anticipated feeling reinvigorated for the day, set to thrive!
Surely, I had been a lover of coffee for years before the 20 days in question. But in those recent times when coffee provided the drive I needed to go on, the preference for a higher degree of hotness was further cemented in my mind.
Hot coffee always, dear reader! That's how a beautiful morning can begin for me, or anytime of the day I long for it.
