The Switch

It was that time of year. Time to make the switch from hot coffee to iced coffee in the mornings. Iced coffee was cold brewed overnight and ready immediately on waking in the morning. An advantage, you see. Instant caffeine. Hot coffee involved waiting for water to heat, waiting for the coffee to brew in the little french press. Agony, you see. Yes, iced coffee time was a welcome time of year.

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

1 thought on “The Switch”

  1. It was a black and white “nipple” switch , of a bygone era . Newer switches had come into existence . The push -button kind , flush-with-the -wall kind , colour-of-the- wall variety. All the switches in the school building had been replaced , except , this one. It was the type of switch that could trigger snaps and selfies , and an avalanche of comments on the face -book. It was a relic, a museum piece.

    The location was also telling . Right outside the swanky principal’s office , on wall humming with air-conditioner , it sat , with uneasy pride, of an old king aware of being dethroned , any moment .
    For the switch told a long , old story . A long story of an old association.

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