Coffee

It is a cold winter night in Austin Texas. The sky is clear, and ice is beginning to form on the windshields of cars. I young lady, clad in sweatpants and collegiate sweater parks her car. Hurries into the warmth of a local 24 hour coffeeshop. She does not look at the menu, she simply walks to the counter, says hello to the Barista that already knows her order. And tips him a couple dollars.

After recieving a double shot of espresso with a little vanilla for flavor and a grande iced hazelnut-vanilla latte, she prepares herself for the walk back to her car. Takes a sip of her hot coffee beverage, and walks out the door. Smiles at the young lady who passes her on a bike, secretly regretting the fact that she did not ride her bike on this amazing Texas night.

The young lady then drives back to her home, listening to Imogen Heap, with the windows open, and her heater blasting. She sips on her espresso in hopes that it will prepare her for the long night ahead. The light turns green, she goes, the light turns red, she stops. Gets out of the car, quietly puts her key in the door, and turns the lights off behind her. Closes her bedroom door, and takes off her sweater.

She looks at a list of seemingly impossible things that must be done before thursday and smiles. She is not good at being bored, and it is almost comforting to know that she will not be for a while.

Life can be so amazing sometimes. If we stop to look at what we do, there is beauty in the simplicity.