I love the feeling I get when I walk into our coffee shop early on a Sunday morning. Seeing the transformation from tables stacked in a dark room, to a cozy, busy neighbourhood spot, with the smell of coffee and bacon all around is like seeing a rosebud opening in front of your eyes.
Admittedly, I have visions of sleeping in when the alarm goes off at the crack of dawn, but there is something magical in seeing everything come to life.
And then, once everything’s set up, there is the first cup of coffee. Nothing can beat it – the second is never as good, so taking a moment to cherish that first one is as important as turning the key to open the door – a significant part of the day.
After that, the buzz continues and before you know it, everything is in full swing, until the first sip of the first cup tomorrow.