A Mysterious Phone Call

  Have you ever had a time in your life when you are reading like five books at one time and you can't even remember starting half of them? If you haven't just ask one your nerdy, bookworm friends, they can explain it to you. It's the kind of a situation where you want to finish all the books you are currently "reading" but you also just heard about a new book that came out and you just can't resist.
  For me I face a similar situation when it comes to buying a new bag of coffee. Every time I walk down that section of the grocery store it's like I'm Lucy finding Narnia all over again. So many brews and blends! So many flavors and brands! The smell, the feel, the allure, the comfort of a good friend-
  I stand there, mulling over which brew to take home. Which new novel to experience. Nevermind that I have four containers of open coffee in my closet... That's beside the point. The point is that the bags are full of new adventures that I have never tried. And plus, one of my containers is almost gone, and the other three were given to me. So in hindsight I'm really not being too ridiculous. Don't judge. Adventure is calling to me and I must answer.
  Ring!
  "Hello?"
  "Hello, this is adventure. The coffee needs you."
  "I'm on my way."
  So, there I was, glaring in the face of my destiny, torn between two brands. One is a sunshine yellow bag, the other is seductive brown.
  The thing that really reels me in is the descriptions of each brew, a different one printed on each bag in small print below the roast name.
For instance: Bright, bold. Subtle, earthly. Distinctive, mellow.
In the end I went for the sunshine yellow bag, French roast. The description? "Intense, complex"
  Complex. 
  It makes me feel like there are secrets to be found inside each cup. Intense and complex. A fierce brew that fills its consumer with dark poetry and thick, controversial wonderings.
  And I will say, it lives up to it's description.
  Imagine if we were all described in a few, concise words. What would you be? Bright? Earthy? Exuberant? Petite? Hardcore? Complex?
  Regardless of the description, you can't truly understand it until you taste it. Just like any good novel, the back of the cover will give a glimpse of the story, but only enough to make you wonder. Enough to make you want to know what it means and what it is about.
  And more importantly, enough to make you want to be a part of the adventure.
  Ring! Ring!
  You better go now, I think adventure is calling.

Clouds

  I've decided that it's pretty safe to say that  a lot of people just don't truly appreciate coffee. It's taken for granted, used for caffine, unappreciated for it's real taste.
  For instance: foam. When you get a latte or a cappuccino or many other coffee drinks there is supposed to be foam. A layer of frothed milk above your drink. The clouds over the ocean.
  I went out with a friend to coffee the other day and after having received her cinnamon cafe` latte she commented that she doesn't like foam because it's a waste of space. I was, of coarse, taken aback. Does no one else understand the wonder of this weightless frothed treasure? Am I the only one who takes a walk on the clouds as I sip? Does any one else get a thrill of pleasure from the beauty of the dance of coffee and foam swirling around and through each other before twirling into me? Yeah, I probably am.
  Regardless, it's still an injustice.Will you walk on the frothy clouds with me? Or at least try? You might not get all the way to the sky the first time, but if you close you eyes as you drink, it's very possible that you'll be able to see them.