Me and my java.

I thought we could start this little thing called 'Me and my java'. It could be a little section with a photo of that specific roast followed by a tiny teeny story of what we were possibly thinking or eating or agonizing or oozing or whatever while drinking it.
What do you think?
I'll go first.

I like to drink my coffee, if having it at home, quite early in the morning. This one I had just before the sun had set and the air was still cool. It was just a normal blend with some soy milk and nothing else. I can't remember thinking anything much. Just feeling like it was going to be a good day. Maybe that was because I was using my favorite mug.

Love,
E