Last Sips are Always the Best

I enjoy coffee every morning at breakfast.  After finishing the fruits, customarily an apple sliced thin and covered with Greek yogurt, I take a few sips before starting the plate of bacon, egg, and toast, and they are piping hot and very good.  I have it in large white mug, the size of the French café au lait bowl.  So, after cleaning up the plate, there are always a few sips left at the bottom of the mug, by then no longer hot. But those last sips are always the best.  Dark brown against the white walls of the mug, they are beautiful to the eye and, lukewarm, they are more acutely sensed by the taste bud.  This is one of those trifles in life that gives such a tremendous joy and there is nothing trifling about it.