Thursday Café Jaunt–Part 2

At the Brew now some six hours after the start of today’s journey.

This is by far the best place and after arriving here I’m sad I wasted any, most, of my time at Horizons. The beautiful bookstore was quiet like a library with just enough noise in parts to jar me through my headphones. It was fine but in a way it almost wasn’t lively enough. I felt restless and yet restricted against my energy.

Here in the Brew the air is filled with chatter. It is my white noise and I find I can focus much more clearly than I could behind my headphones or in sheer solitude.

Of course there is the matter that no matter where I sit I feel I need a booster seat and there isn’t an outlet in my spot of choice but with hardly an hour left I feel it worth the risk of battery drain to enjoy the sights.

I’m drinking what has to be by far the best hot chocolate I’ve ever had, I’m mind you I’m very particular when It comes to sweets. It’s warm and well priced for the taste, something else I can’t get at Horizons.

I’m sitting at a little private counter at the front of the café right now with a full and gorgeous view of down town. People are bustling about and I can feel the life around me. This is what I’ve been needing. This is what I’ve been lacking. I relish for warm weather when I can sit outside on the bench as cars and people pass me by, their busy lives almost mocked and revered as I sit quietly to absorb the senses they have unknowingly sacrificed to my attentions.

I love it here. Perhaps next week I’ll even indulge in a piece of key lime pie.

Oh, there goes a lady walking a dog. She’s wearing everything rainbow. And there goes an Asian man… or woman… I can’t tell but I’m attracted nevertheless. Story potential is breathing around me. I want to roll in it like catnip.

Another plus to writing outside the home, besides freshening up the experience of writing, is that the cats aren’t here to eat up my time by walking all over my papers or leave me itching my eyes.