The wind blew, the cold penetrates my system. I shivered as the soft whispers of the wind hit me. The sun is slowly waving in the sky, making us see the beautiful sunshine.

"I always miss this. Coffee and cold mornings."

A smile had drawn on my lips. A new beginning, a new day is not yesterday. I always sip coffee in my mornings.

It's a coffee with different taste, it's hot but does not have the same warm.

The same thing with different feeling.

Change is really constant.

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