On a bright day, the location by the window is full of daylight. Watching the sun jumping on the table. It is so inactive. I want to come to rainy days. Maybe it is a different scenery. Different mood. A cup of forgetting the full name. I only remember Summer's coffee with cranberry blueberry and orange slices. The bitter mellow of coffee beans and the fruit fresh and bright sour taste of the day I can't drink the Kenyan beans. This cup is too much to solve my Kenyan homesickness.