The scent of memories

I open the doors and am hit with a smell that takes me back 16 years. A Thelonious Monk song tinkles dreamily in the background. The heady combination of espresso, coffee and autumn air transport me to a simpler time.
It never ceases to amaze me, the power of the senses to hold on to places in time and how something as tiny as the smell of a certain coffee in the morning can act like a time machine. I could sit here all morning lost in my daydream of coffeeshops past…but I’ve got to go into the office and do that thing that grownups do.

Thank goodness for small trips down memory lane making Friday morning sunrises that much more bearable.

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