Ode to the White Mocha

Starbucks White Chocolate Mocha

The sky today is grey with clouds,
Almost to match the your frothy peaks
The city streets hum with buses of school children
Steam whispers from my white cup
The air is cool, but not yet cold, no biting, snapping chill
Your warmth rolls across my tongue, slips down my throat into my belly
Where it soothes and calms my spirit
Like the memory of being curled up in a parents’ lap
Or enveloped in the arms of a loved one
I feel at home, at peace, at rest

Today’s History Lesson: Lloyds of London, the famous insurance firm, was originally a coffeehouse (from Wikipedia).