The other day I was having a moment
a sad moment
I just needed to be alone.
I needed a few minutes by myself
to cry in peace.
And I did.

Once I collected myself and started walking down the stairs
the smell of coffee seemed to fill the air.
Huh?
You need to know something.
I don’t drink coffee.
I love the smell but I don’t like the taste
so there is never a pot of fresh coffee brewing in my house
except if maybe I am having company (I wasn’t)
which is why the smell of coffee was so odd….

And then it all made sense.
As I walked into the kitchen I found this: