Do you ever just sit in a cafe staring at the passing world, the passing people. Rain trickles down the window just to reach the end of their journey. Except there is no end the cycle just continues forever. Just like people, they don't stop they just continue until they eventually all stop six feet underground. The cafe, i come whenever i am sad which honestly is most of the time. This place is like my second home, my warm and happy place. It doesn't get affected by the passing world you can just sit and wonder, wonder when you will sit at home with a happy family with sweaters on smiling and gathering around the warm winter fire whilst the crackling is causing the room to have a homely feeling. Coffee and sweaters are Autumn to me. They represent warmth and warmth is something everyone should feel every day but you can tell that the world doesn't get to feel that. The unhappy workers in suits walking to work in the pouring rain. This happens everyday except today, today is different I saw a smile, a smile at me from the corner cafe instead of hating the rain he was happy. Finally
