Cafe latte days

I am undone by the lure of coffee shops. The ultimate place for procrastination and observation, to be purposefully purposeless. The allure mutates by season, a warm refuge from the chill of winter or a shaded patio table in summer. A strange oxymoron state of social reclusiveness descends in the aroma of cafe au lait, chai tea and coffee coffee coffee. Simultaneously part of the bustle and not, breathing it all in, I have unknowingly become a stereotype as I sit, dressed in black, scribbling furiously.