i opened the creaky door and walked into a familiar place. people have asked me why i love it here so much. i keep trying to figure out the best way to answer this. there is just something different about it.

the atmosphere,

the location,

the baristas,

the other regulars,

all of these things play into why i can spend hours perched upon a wooden chair, especially if it is at the window.

i have a favorite spot to sit, the large table by the window. sitting there with the sun pouring in [if you are lucky enough to see sun] from outside and friends floating in and out telling stories of adventures past and yet to come.

laughing.

there is generally lots of laughing.

one afternoon sticks out to me. i was sitting in my favorite spot, with a friend. he was another regular i met through some mutual friends. people kept coming in, stopping at our table, either chatting with him or with me. soon our friends came and joined us.

the door continued to open and close, between the four of us, we probably knew about half the people who came in and laughed every time we made another connection with someone who floated in from outside. it’s a silly and strange thing, but that afternoon was one of the best i’ve had here. nothing exciting or crazy happened.

we were just

sitting,

laughing,

and sharing.

life was happening.