This is Day #8
A fragrant lesson, steeped in the aroma of insight.
The air was rich with the scent of coffee as Wiz began to speak.
"Matt, the allure of coffee is more than its aroma,"
Wiz said, holding a handful of dark, freshly roasted beans.
"It's a catalyst for the mind, a brew that sharpens senses,
Sparking imagination and fuelling creativity."
I confessed to Wiz my love for the scent,
Yet my ignorance in harnessing its true potential.
"Wiz, I adore the smell of coffee,
But how do I weave it into my daily canvas effectively?"
Wiz chuckled, the sound as warm as a mug's embrace.
"Use coffee as a ritual, not merely a drink.
Let its diverse flavours be a voyage,
Each sip a step on a journey to awaken your muse."
He showed me a spectrum of beans,
From the lightest blonde to the deepest espresso.
"Each roast, each origin, holds a story,
Taste them, explore them, and let your imagination dance."
Wiz brewed a cup, the dark liquid a mirror to possibility.
"Drink it mindfully as you write," he instructed.
"Let the boldness of the brew be the courage of your words,
The subtleties of its flavours, the nuances of your narratives."
As the day unfolded, with each sip, I found new zest.
Coffee was no longer just a beverage; it became a rite.
A companion to my pen, a whisperer of tales,
It’s steam a signal of the day's creative saga.
By nightfall, I had written as never before,
My senses sharpened, my words imbued with life.
Thanks to Wiz, coffee had become my ally,
A delightful muse in my quest for artistry.
