of caffeine and people

An addiction not only for the caffeine, but for the people, I sit for hours at the local coffee shop, sipping my iced brew thinking about how wonderful it would be to be able to sit here forever, bright, happy waves of sunlight cascading through the window as the sun sets behind the skyline. Bittersweet has never been quite so poignant. Why, I don’t know. All I know is that everyone here has a story. I don’t want to know what it is, because that would take away the mystery. I like not knowing. That way I can create my own story for them. Create a world where people live their lives, and come in for coffee in the afternoon. Paths crossing, sometimes never to cross again, sometimes to cross every afternoon at the same time, some crossing now, and then again years later, in another place, at another moment in time. That is the addiction, I think. Then again, the coffee is pretty good.