by Hannah Messer
The keurig whistled as it brewed my pumpkin spice coffee, working the pod into a hot, sweet delight.
It smells like fall and trick or treat, like the innocence of the cool weather before the winter hits and the snow starts to mess with my plans.
I add plenty of creamer, and the coffee transforms.
It goes from a dark brown, piping hot brew, to a murky beige color, cool enough not to burn my tongue when I sip it, and I can instantly relax,
giving into the comforting aroma and the familiar taste of my favorite morning brew.