Each morning.

Overlooking the Aurora bridge and a peek of downtown. On the way to the shop, back after yesterday. Past the Freemont troll and the "We'll help you try to get your life in order" house, a left hand turn at the roundabout. A block up and over from there.

This was the daily commute for some time, rain or shine or clouds or mist or rain. Watch the string of unlucky sobs on I-5 and 99 passing over the canal, southbound. Trek by foot is best, I've always believed. Save morning coffee for arrival at 3801 Stone Way North and hope that the grind is all dialed in for you.

A good morning to the 105 in the front office. Grind tamped to perfection and timed dead on, I'd start my day cocky that I had already accomplished something cool. Sipping the morning creation on other days had me reaching for skim milk to froth with hopes that "abstract" latte art might save the extraction that's somewhere between good and disappointing. There's so much to learn.