Lamps

I was feeling very nostalgic the other day. My coffee machine broke and I had to resort to using a french press. My parents always drank coffee from a french press, and it felt nice. Patiently waiting for the water to boil, measuring the coffee precisely. Waiting for the water to turn flavour-full and then gently (or you'll ruin it!) pushing down the filter. I don't like the taste of french press coffee, but i adore the process around it; you can't rush it.