Standing on the balcony, I took a breath of fresh morning air. I don't know what time it was, but the morning fog was still rising outside, which I liked and which in some way calmed me down.
I drank my coffee in the desire to taste that wonderful taste of it, and I almost spat it out. It tasted of burnt... How could I burn my coffee? Is it possible at all?
Eh... I guess only I'm such a master.
I started laughing at myself uncontrollably.
It was a maddened, uncontrolled laugh, stealing the air from the lungs.
After a while, taking deep breaths to replenish the oxygen in my body, I calmed down.
Maybe, if instead of pouring coffee with sugar into a pot, I would pour the water from it into the cup, I would avoid it. Eh, there is no what. That's a good lesson for the future.
Mentally waving my hand at it, I drank my coffee again, now prepared for its burnt aftertaste.
