With A Cup of Coffee, A Bic Pen, and A Notebook the World Is Mine

Most workday mornings, I like to stop in at

 the Paradise Bakery for a hot chai latte.

Between buses, I sit at a table for a few minutes

to watch the downtown area come alive

for another day of business, working towards

a dream, or like most of us, just keeping 

food on the table and bills paid.

I am not alone in this endeavor; there is a 

woman at another corner table sipping her

coffee, writing in a notebook.

Is that a novel she's working on? A journal,

perhaps? For sure, it's not an ordinary

entry because she's making it in longhand,

not typing the info into her laptop, 

nor is she texting. It seems deeper, more

personal somehow. At this time of the morning,

when the sun's rays are just beginning

to edge around the downtown office buildings,

writing in a notebook, with a cup of coffee

at hand seems just about the right

thing to occupy one's time.