It slides down my throat. I wait. I anticipate some sort of feeling – a rock in my stomach, a burning in my gut, a churning of my intestines.
I feel nothing.
I have the “all clear” to drink my morning coffee – my elixir of the day. Oh, how Heavenly the hot, brown liquid tastes. I taste it. And nothing else. It is unique. There is no metal – no after-taste.
Oh, how Heavenly it is to anticipate a day of flavours! The gustatory pleasures that make life so tasty have returned.
My body is primed and ready to explore and savour the day. The spices, the herbs, the savory, and even the sweet. (I hate sweet) Maybe a bagel? How about that old kale? Oh, yum! I can crunch, chew, and grind – and then…. wonders of all wonders… taste.
Day 7 is the dawning of the age of taste!
What sorrow befalls those who have lost their joy in food. We wine, we dine, we make merry and feast. Eat bite – an explosion of richness and goodness and delight. The cold and the hot. The spicy, the not. Bite by bite, I live my life fully and heartily.
Yes, my morning’s first sip. My toe’s in the water. My peek around the corner. My body is primed for a day like none other. To hunger, then eat. To thirst, then drink. No flavour – then…. bam!!!! I’ll taste of today and rejoice in exploring.
Oh, coffee, sweet coffee… the alarm has sounded. My mouth is awake!
Let me feast on the day.