It’s finally starting to happen - in a city of over 85,000 souls I’ve started encountering people. People I know – I see them around town. I bump into them at coffee shops and grocery stores. We honk as we pass in traffic – hurried waves and bright smiles. The baristas know my name, I have new drinks tried on me. I’m a regular in parts of town. Bumping into guys I know from the gym in bookstores. Yakima is becoming home. I’m putting high school football games on my calendar – all these encounters add up into community. And faster than I realize a network of friends is taking root.
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I find myself in Northtown again, listening to Nina Simone. Thinking the night away. I’m upstairs tonight – on the main floor. A young girl sits just outside my window. She is the spitting image of Boo from Monsters Inc. Her older sister is doing homework – Boo chews her gum with all the drama of a 5 year old, open mouthed and fast. Her sister rolls her eyes and tries to work. The lights have gone up and the store is a blaze with a yellow light that shines on a beautiful tin ceiling. Couples stand in line – and wait for Joey to take their orders. I can hear the steam, and the beans grinding. Murmured voices, chairs slide and scrape over hardwood floors. The sounds of a coffee shop in the evening hours. People mingle together – people focus on their laptops – Boo chews her gum and swings her legs . . . old friends bump into each other – and start to cry . . . . footsteps on the landing, and laughter rolling, flowing up from stairwell.
All I need is the rain – the night is cool – and the tea is warm.
I’ve got a pile of studying to work my way thru.
And as much as I love Billy, and Ella, and Nina – they are more conducive to reflection than to work.
So I change gears – CCR and black coffee are called for!!!
Awesome
ReplyDeleteWell done. I could almost smell the coffee.
ReplyDeleteThe photo of the wheat is so vivid I can almost smell the fields!
ReplyDeleteAnnie - I tried to work in the white peppermint mocha which I could smell being made but it did not seem to fit . . .
ReplyDeleteBrian - that wheat field is sadly, sadly a lie - it's a potted grass plant - shooting it made me miss actual wheat however . . .