The flavor of that morning

 "I want to drink coffee." "There's no milk. I will go out and buy it." You quickly went out and came back with a pack of milk. You put an instant coffee in a red small mug with NESCAFE logo on it, poured the hot milk after boiling it. You, not a coffee lover, were busy with making me, a coffee lover, a mug of coffee and breakfast. You prepared bread, cheese, banana and my favorite olives as well as the coffee in the pretty red mug. The breakfast tray in front of me that morning was simple but warm. I took a sip of the coffee without any expectation. Its taste was pleasantly bitter and sweet. Wow, I love this coffee. I didn't know that moment that the small mug of coffee would be the most remembered coffee among tens of thousands of coffees I have tasted in my life. I know it wasn't just because of coffee itself. Travel, a strange but warm space for me to be with you, our chemistry, a ray of bright morning sunlight coming thru the window of your place in Tangier. Ah, everything was just perfect. And the fact that I can't ever go back to the moment has probably made the coffee, which is still warm in my memory, stronger, deeper and sweeter. 

Tangier, Morocco Jun 2014