Day2 A Rain

It’s a nice warm day after a rains shower. There is a nice consistent flow of traffic that almost sounds like the flow of a heavy moving river. All the while, sitting here, there are two women sitting and talking. I am not quite close enough to understand what is being said. Other than to know that the tone that is going back and forth is friendly. There is a beeping sound which tells the people waiting on the street corner that its ok to cross. Mean while the car that is pulled up to the stoplight is bumping their music. There are birds chirping while flying back and forth, but I have yet to see them. People of all sorts of shapes and sizes come and go from this coffee house. What would drive a person to come to this place at this particular time of day? I don’t think that it’s the atmosphere as people come and go too quick to give any indication that its in fact the atmosphere. What is it that really drives a person to this place for a cup of coffee at this time of day I wonder? Is it the caffeine in this little drink? Or is the flavor what brings people back here? As a truck pulls up, a man gets out and asks the two ladies sitting to my 4 O’clock for directions to Knox hall. The ladies respond to the man in a manner that has even me questioning where Knox hall is. I don’t think they know by the expression on the mans face. It’s a perfect day after a rain. No wonder so many cars are driving with their windows down. With such a sweet breeze that welcomes you out to play in the sunshine. How many people driving back and fourth can really stop to appreciate this type of weather. An older couple pull out the chairs of the table that is to my 1 O’clock so they can sit, enjoy conversation, the weather, and their drinks. As to young women come out of the coffee shop door I notice a young man on a bicycle with a red shirt that is waiting to cross the street. As the two young women walk out they begin to sit with the couple that just sat down. I would have never guessed that the girls would be their daughters. There is a fiery red headed girl that just came out of the coffee shop, moved my bag, and proceeded to sit in front of me as she giggles to her self.