There is just something about coffee shops. I can’t explain
it. I don’t even have a desire to explain it. I just love the feel of them. The
smell. The people. The music. The environment. The culture. Coffee shops are
unique – and not all have that same feeling. As I sit here gazing out the
window, buses, cars and people are strolling by as if they are in some outside
world. Inside the coffee shop, it’s like the world stands still. Only this
coffee shop exists – just me and my computer and my tea. Tonight I’m drinking
tea. I’m writing. Time, place and circumstance aren’t relevant. They have no
place here. When I’m here, nothing is relevant. Nothing matters, nothing stays
the same, everything must change. The doors will close and I will go home,
richer because of it.
Sounds a bit like meditation, doesn’t it.
Isn’t that interesting.
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