The magical cup of cappuccino

I have spent a significant part of my recent life on airports. 

Some time I have to take early morning flights.

If I have to fly at 7 AM, I have to invariably get up at 4:30 and leave for the airport by 5:15.

If I have an early night the day before, its easier to get up. If not, its a punishment. 

But once I reach the airport, I always treat myself with a steaming cup of cappuccino.

And no matter, how sleepy I am, the aroma of freshly made coffee never fails to wake me up!

I try to have it slowly, relishing every sip. 

I think about marvels of the world we live in. 

I feel excited to be sitting on this huge ball rotating around sun at 67,000 mph and headed off to unknown destinations through the Milky Way.

I think about insignificance of our planet in this vast universe and yet the significance of every moment that we get here. 

I feel part of this magic like a character in a fairy tale, 

where I am having this wonderful drink specially brewed for me, 

from coffee beans cultivated somewhere around the world by unknown hands.

I smile to myself and feel grateful to be here for yet another day on this beautiful planet, 

to be able to enjoy health and the energy to do my work.