Pumpkin spice lattes & a moment of Zen
It’s buttery. It savors heavily of nutmeg. And it’s only available a few months of the year.
I watch the wind blow outside with an overcast sky where there’s usually baking sunlight. Never mind that it’s still in the 90s with 100% humidity. Today is the first day of September. And it’s the first day of pumpkin spice latte season. A big deal for coffee-lovers everywhere.
Every year on September 1st, Starbucks rolls out its premier fall latte. It’s only around until January or so (I think). Anyone who is a fan of the PSL (that’s an industry term) gets word of the release and is certain to celebrate with their own as soon as humanly possible.
I’m not sure what it is about the PSL that drives other lovers to rush out on September 1 to partake, but for me it signals the return of my favorite season, as well as something much bigger.
Like so many other driven busy-bodies, I have a hard time slowing down and taking in my surroundings, enjoying the day for what it is, and truly being in the moment. Except when I sit down with a hot pumpkiny latte.
For example, I’m sitting in a Starbucks right now. And despite my recent health problems, some seriously active allergies and an uncertain 3-6 months ahead of me, all I seem to notice is the buttery, spicy latte at my side, the Smiths on my headphones, and the grayness of the sky.
What’s your pumpkin spice latte?