urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:coffeshop_kitescoffeshop_kitescoffeshop_kitescoffeshop_kites2008-11-18T05:06:33Zurn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:coffeshop_kites:581comfort2008-11-18T05:06:33Z2008-11-18T05:06:33ZWarmth--not from temperature but from an accepted, inviting environment. <br />The coffeehouse. <br />People chat around tables. Tracks of various albums seep through the speakers and compete for background noise with the machines that make the luscious cafe mocha or hazelnut hot chocolate. <br />Why would I want to be anywhere else?<br />Here, I can write, talk to friends, observe passersby as I sip my warmth in the comfort of an armchair deep in the corner. <br />It is as if I am not even participating in life--merely enjoying the observance of time passing. Stress can melt away as waves of contentment fill my soul. <br />To know a place fits you perfectly although you cannot define yourself with concrete nouns, verbs, or adjectives. You just know--this place IS you. <br />Others are here too...Do they have the same experiences? What are they here to accomplish? <br />Right now, just life--and knowing that in my little corner where I sit warming myself in the ambiance-- that my soul is alive here. For that may be the only thing i am certain of. My private moment in a public place--full of witnesses.<br />God, I hope others feel this way too.<br /> My happy place. My coffeehouse.