July 9, 2012
I lifted back the shiny, metallic foil. The fresh grinds resembled layered mousse or frozen yogurt. After chugging a cup's worth, cream and sugar included, the commute began. The aftertaste of roast beans remained; replaced this evening with a more astringent odor of creme developer. Cool air pouring from the ceiling vent aided in the slight tingling effect, and I succumbed to the 30-minute wait. Tomorrow I will be working at a new office building, which means I will no longer be on the bus for an hour and a half each day. Start of something new, at least.