When I was a young boy my father owned a coffee shop.

We lived in a big city so I was used to all sorts of people coming into our shop.

Business men after business men. Teenagers coming in asking for soy lattes and kids coming in asking for hot chocolate.

I always smelled of coffee, and I was built off our white chocolate mochas for my highschool years.

It was lovely. The coffee, the people, my father.

Its a nostalgic smell. One that hits you hard and brings you back.

Its a beautiful thing, coffee is.

Beautiful indeed.