coffee

I like to get a cup of coffee in the morning not long after I arrive at work. I walk through the properties of the businesses crowded into the neighborhood and between their items scattered about for sale. One business sells large stones set at unnatural angles into the ground and cold stone benches. For a rather stiff price one could have one of these weighty items set into their own yard. Not many other people are about at this time of the morning; the birds bounce around in the trees mostly undisturbed and I can stop and ponder the rock garden mostly undisturbed myself.
I get coffee at a small, student run shop that has become quite a popular gathering place. It retains its rough, unplanned qualities- handwritten signs on the walls and local artwork. The outdoor seating consists of recycled outdoor, and indoor, furniture. There are shelves of books on current politics and novels in the corner. It is a comfortable place and generally quiet.
I don’t stay long. I buy my coffee and walk out the door in four or five minutes, usually. I don’t spend much time on idle chat, though I think that I should be more personable on occasion. I walk back to my workplace the same way that I have come; somewhat faster with my coffee cup held level in my hand. The room is well lit, but by a pair of rather unpleasant fluorescent fixtures. I sit at my desk and drink my coffee and make my way through the morning.