there’s a new starbucks near my house… and on the wall there are beautiful words written…

” Vacation days, fall leaves

Playing hooky.

The first page of a book,

Writing about it.

A moment alone,

A gathering with friends.

A cup, 
   a sip,

    a sigh.

Does it taste like leaves,

 Does it taste like chocolate,

  Does it taste like wood,

   Does it taste like cinnamon?

She questioned.

 It tastes like home. he replied.

What do you do when you are here?

Linger, 
sip, 
daydream, 
talk, meet, sit, work,

be.  “

le sigh