I do not want your warm cinnamon cloud. I want peace.

Every year, without fail, fall rolls in and people start looking at my iced coffee like I am doing something illegal. As if autumn requires hot drinks. As if room temperature hand holding with a latte is some sacred rite of seasonal passage.

Well guess what. I am not switching. I am not warming it up. I am not frothing a single thing.

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