The line expands and contracts as I watch people come and go throughout the 8:00 hour.
Busy hands operate whirling machines as they stir and whip up concoctions for patient and thirsty patrons looking for their morning fix.
Some customers are in a hurry; smart phones in hand, exuding an “I’m busier than you” attitude while others have all the time in the world and are overly chatty.
The requests I overhear are foreign to me: tall half-skinny half-1 percent extra hot split quad shot latte with whip, although the barista doesn’t even bat an eye.
Rich aroma and the latest indie band fill the air and I begin to feel intoxicated by both.
I have secured a small corner table and I have it and two hours all to myself.
There is quiet typing to my right and deep rhythmic breathing to my left.
I pick up my pen, watch the sun dance across a blank notebook page, try hard to clear my head and begin writing.
This post was also written for Write on Edge’s writing meme, Red Writing Hood. This week’s prompt: Take me to your version of 8:00 – AM or PM, fiction or creative nonfiction- in 200 words or less. Constructive criticism is welcome.
