A cool crisp breeze strings over the cold ground this past Saturday morning. Just as every Saturday begins, I walked with my two friends Wyatt and Jesse to my car, where we would head to a destination unknown to crave the caffeine gaping hole inside of us that we look forward to the night before. I woke up to the sunshine of one thousand rays perfectly gleaming on my darkened arms like a oiled gazelle running through a springy meadow. Perhaps a gazelle running from the life she thought she loved, leaving all her worries behind...
At 9:00 we stumbled into the car with blurry vision, morning clothes, and bed head. That morning we came to the conclusion we would go to a place we had never been before: Fox in the Snow cafe, a place that had recently opened its doors for the first time with open arms to hipsters, soccer moms, and all in-between. We walked into the Army colored building, with a sign of confidence of those who act like they know their coffee.
"Play it cool, Trent. You got this. Just go up and say you want a cup of coffee." I repeat to myself under my breath that smells so bad that I would warn even God himself to not get involved.
"Ill have two cappuccinos" as I speak for my friend Wyatt and I.
"I got this" as I respond to the girl cashier about how to pay.
DARKHORSE! Cappuccino. Even I did not see this coming. Looking back I would like to say As we got our cups I was amazed at the temptation that came with wanting to take a picture of my perfectly aesthetic frothy. As I bring my frothy delight to my mouth I smelled the different and spices that had been placed perfectly to shoot right up my nose hole.
That first sip. Oh that first sip. I remember it like it was just yesterday. The cappuccino had such a perfect split between espresso, steamed and foamed milk to provide a rich, flavor. This cup was such an organic taste, that it naturally rolled down into my stomach right where God had predestined it to be so... It was such a short cup but dear readers this was so full that I am at a loss of better words to use.
Below a picture is attached, but for now I must go, for I fear someone is watching...
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