I was filling the kettle with water.  Then carefully spooning out the dark crushed coffee beans.  I could smell the roasted delights already.  This coffee would be perfect on a chilly Sunday morning.  Anticipation mounted as I poured the scalding hot water into the French Pot.  

Time was going backward awaiting...   I start drooling.  The steam from the mug drifts into my nostrils, taking the rich scent with it.  The first sip brought me to life…