7:25pm
I decided to lug my laptop over to the coffee shop and sit here for a few hours just to shake myself out of my TV-induced-stupor. I have my skinny gingerbread latte waiting patiently in front of me, while I engage in an animated conversation with the computer. More monoblog than conversation, I should say. ‘Narnya’ sits on the chair to my side, ready to entertain me, in case I should get bored of myself.
From where I sit, I can see the glass façade of the shop framing the world outside. The paper snowflakes stuck on the windows pretend as though winter is upon us… even in sunny San Francisco. The steaming coffee mugs and conversations fog up the windows from time to time. Through the fog, Christmas lights smile at me from the shop across the street. On the music system, a jazz saxophonist interprets ‘Santa Claus is coming to town’. Cars drive by to the music. Clingy couples coast by, to the music. A homeless man peers in for a long long time, to the music. A middle aged woman walks her Doberman in unnecessarily high heels, to the music. Short silent films set to a saxophonist playing ‘Santa Claus is coming to town’.
Someone opens the door, and a blast of cold air bumbles in through the door and snaps my reverie in two.
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