jolt.......

ok, so this morning, my coffee with cream tasted just like a cafe creme from a paris sidewalk table.......that curious balance of bitterness and creaminess that is specific to paris.......funny how an aroma, or a flavor can take transport in ways more experiential than photographs......i bringup aromas because i also have brief yet poignant paris moments when confronted with the smell of cold diesel fumes.........the same overpowering odors one smells when one had to leave one's hotel early to catch a specific train to the destination of the day.......the sunshine must evaporate these airborne molecules......because paris in the afternoon is a completely different packet of aromas........but i digress from my coffee.......a flavor combination that will not come my way anytime soon......today was just the cosmic luckofthedraw......of just how mnay grains of coffee went into the filter, and how many drops of halfandhalf were poured into the mug as i was glancing over the newspaper headline.......impossible to recreate.......but enough to savor for a few moments before i drag myself away from this reverie to a day of work........which has many smells and tastes associated with it.....none memorable.......