Most likely all of you received it once: a watery coffee.
It tastes like "bläh".
It's not what you've paid for nor what you expected.
Luckily I haven't paid for it. I made it myself. I am drinking it with disappointment and without motivation to write. There's a lot to learn till I become a real barista.
You see, I am missing my coffee shops. Where you get your latte or cappuccino, carefully prepared and served with a heart on the foam, accompanied with a piece of a tasty cake. Which, I am honest with you, also didn't work out to make at home. That result (you couldn't even call it cake) was just a disaster.
So I am just sitting at home and wait till all those coffee shops are opening again. When we can go outside and meet with friends for brunch and tea time and just have a good time over a cup of coffee. Where you go to sit a bit by yourself and let your thoughts run. Where you can read a book. Or write a letter. Sometimes a postcard.
It's still not possible. I am still waiting. And in the meantime, I am drinking my watery coffees and stare out of the window.
Happy belated Sunday, everyone out there!
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