Midnight Moments

Midnight Moments

 

My local Starbucks closes promptly at 12am. I am always there at 12am. I'll be working in my apartment and I look at the time, 11:50... I never miss. This ritual is more than just a coffee run and a coffee run is more than simply feeding an addiction.

A trip to Starbucks every day at midnight gives my mind a break. The walk is calming and usually quite cold. The shock to my system reenergizes me. Once I approach the counter, the interaction with the baristas is the human interaction I long for when slaving over the work I never am able to finish. Then I get my cold brew. Even if that night won't be a late night, once I return to my apartment I tuck the cold brew into the farthest depth of my fridge and then I have a fresh cold brew awaiting me when I wake up the next morning. If not I drink the cold brew that night and I have the energy to keep going with work, but with renewed vigor.

I will never make my own coffee. That may save me some money, but cost me sanity. Coffee is much more than a caffeinated beverage getting me through the day.  Coffee is human interaction, exercise, and the placebolic (placebo word play) happiness I choose to indulge in daily.

**Tip: Sometimes if you arrive just minutes before closing, they’ve already closed the registers and you can walk out with a free cup of jo.

 
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