A coffee at home at sunset

We started the day very early. I don't remember the exact time, but I woke up, left, and after a few hours I came home and my mom welcomed me with that cup of coffee, which is one of those drinks that always finds a way to turn a simple moment into something special. I took a few photos of that occasion, and in the first image, that small cup rests on the white table we have on the porch of the house, and that's where I sat down to rest, and the little foam on that latte gave it another special touch. That moment was my only coffee of the afternoon, so I enjoyed every sip in silence as if the day were just beginning, but in reality, it was already coming to an end. I really needed that coffee, and it's that first sip that awakens not only the body but also memories.

Coffee with milk has become one of my favorites, and the only thing I wish is that it tastes like the one they sell at the coffee shop. Even so, the one I drank was made with a lot of love by my mother and with that perfect flavor, which becomes special and unique because of the balance between strength and sweetness in the same cup, which is needed after a day's work. So, while I watched the sunset and talked, I slowly enjoyed my coffee, and as I finished it, the night also arrived.

I took another photo, but this one was from a different angle, and here the light changes and gives it a special touch, allowing the sunset to filter through the bars and caress the cup, casting long, warm shadows. The same coffee, but with a different atmosphere, yet its flavor remained the same, delicious, and I wanted to stay there all night relaxing. It was one of those moments when you realize that the day is ending with a satisfied sigh and there is nothing better than being at home, peaceful and happy, enjoying a good cup of coffee with milk.

Besides, at that moment I started to think a little about the day of love and friendship, where coffee doesn't have much to do with it at this point, however, a simple cup of coffee can become the best gesture that can ever exist and as long as everything flows, there will always be a great atmosphere. Love is also in those little details, where receiving that cup from my mother after a long day is the best gift and love I could have been given, as the sun slowly sets.

Enjoy that coffee, it was just what I needed, and even though it was small, it was a place to rest, take a breath, and also find refuge in the quiet solitude of being at home. In the soft light of sunset or the calm of morning, a cup can become a symbol of affection, friendship, and those moments that, although they may seem ordinary, end up being the most valuable. Because in the end, like coffee with milk, life tastes better when shared.