Thats what I realized on a Tuesday morning, right before the rain fell but after I had made my coffee. I like dark coffee with lots of milk and sugar. Something about the way the bitterness blossoms over my tongue, and how the sugar tastes but doesn't last. I also like how the warmth spreads through my stomach, like a remnant of the warm blankets on my pale purple bedspread. It's autumn though, and it doesn't take long for the rain to fall. I drive through it in my old ***** van, kind of like a mother of three, but with no children and no extra seats. It's a bit funny when the stereo doesn't work, and the left break light is broken, and the grocery store is closed on Sundays.