Tuesday

look up

white clouds tye-dye a blue sky
strangers laugh in the distance & birds sing


[i re-read the moment]

it seems clique
a small figment of the future
but i am here & so are you
sometimes we just forget to look around

the power of the coffee shop

feel the warmth when you enter the door. The rustic, perfectly imperfect decor feels as real as the fresh baked choc-o-pains.

greetings from the jolly lady
who knows your name & your drink
which she pours into a plain white cup.

the authentic minimalism of it all helps to keep us grounded (no pun intended).


-mh