A cool breeze and kisses of foam from a warm cup of joy.
Vines of morning glories that coil around rusty walls like snakes and the scent of freshly roasted beans tickling my nose.
The dogs are calling out to each other and old friends spark up lovely conversations, burning in the background like a fire that has been rekindled.
The world is waking up.
“The topic of conversation wasn’t important – it was just the kind of place where you wanted to linger.” – Bob Goff