Sitting in a Coffee Shop

Sitting in a Coffee Shop

Joy is the gentle chime of the bell above the door signaling your arrival at this safe haven.

 Nothing bad happens here. It's a meeting point for old friends, catching up after years of being apart. It is a welcome interlude in the hectic, monotonous days of working people.

 But to you, it's a secluded section of Heaven, isolated on Earth for your enjoyment.

As you walk through the door, the invigorating aroma of coffee hits you like a wall, immediately evicting the scents of the streets that had previously plagued you.
A quick sweep of the eyes reveals the same, comforting scene that greets you everyday...

The chalkboard-walls offer an extensive array of delectable delights, eager to entice you with Italian designations. These walls regimentally encase the soft wooden floor that will cushion each step you will soon make towards the counter. Above this, sway the vintage, hanging light bulbs. With a single flick of a switch, the dark gloom is chased from the room with a warm, homely glow at its heels. This light fills each and every corner and crevice, ricocheting off the perfectly polished cups and capturing portraits on all the gleaming surfaces.

A spectrum of plotted plants resides amongst the ornate tables, harnessing the tropical scents of the globe within their emerald leaves. Summer beckons the flowers to bloom from their bud-chambers and battle with the pungent scent of coffee for dominance. The concoction of fragrances will taint the smudged, dog-eared pages of the novels that rest in the wall-lining, mahogany bookcases.

Here, they wait for a bright-mind to blow the age-old dust from their covers and venture to the worlds concealed between them. For now, however, they spectate over the shop and provide an air on intellect.

A brief wander across the room guides you to a plush leather chair that observes the street, which is slowing darkening as the night takes it's hold, accentuating the internal warmth that envelopes you.
You lean back into the chair, the softened leather groaning as it molds to your shape. The generous amount of stuffing generates a floating sensation.

As you lounge, you become acutely aware of the harmonic gathering of noise that dances among the air.



A pianist traverses the octaves, fingers dancing across ivory and black, escorting you to new plains of existence. The seamless unison of highs and lows tickles every fibre of your body and you shiver as the sounds resonate through the shop. Through you.
At this moment, you are at one with everyone in the room. The barista. The pianist. The retired lawyer in the corner.
Everyone.
Sewn together with the universal thread of music.

The clattering of cutlery and the low waves of speech, mingle with this music, submerging the humdrum of normal life with a composition that only flows through the coffee shop.