So I was walking along in my fitted blazer, skinny jeans, moustache patterned shirt, listening to the sound of my rubber soled converse hitting the pavement as I went and I started contemplating the deeper meaning of the fact that the worn sole of my shoe beating the ground could be a metaphor for my actual soul being beaten; tired, lacklustre and in need of rejuvenation.
I made a note of the breakthrough - I'd blog about it later. Readers love nothing more than an insight into my sole.
Just then I walked past the most incredible smell coming from an open door (I know very well how Frozen describes love) so I went in. It was the perfect combination of baked goods and coffee. Immediately lulled into the calm friendly atmosphere, surrounded by the mellow buzz of intelligent conversation, well read pages being turned and the gentle tapping of laptop keys brought together by the background strumming of an unknown indie band singing poetry through speakers; I went over to the counter.
Greeting me with the warmest smile, the Barista asked my name and high-fived me like an old friend. It was the least awkward I'd felt in a social situation in a long time and I gratefully ordered my usual - Cappuccino with a shot of Ginseng.
The machine gurgled into action and a few minutes later the Barista delivered my order. Overcome by the overwhelmingly soothing smell of good coffee as it wafted from my hands to my nostrils and into my brain releasing a satisfying burst of dopamine, I sank into a happy stupor.
Picking a book from the selection on a nearby coffee table, I took a cross-legged seat on the overly comfortable couch and looked around. Soul undoubtedly revitalised, I realised I could happily have spent the rest of my life here....
I made a note of the breakthrough - I'd blog about it later. Readers love nothing more than an insight into my sole.
Just then I walked past the most incredible smell coming from an open door (I know very well how Frozen describes love) so I went in. It was the perfect combination of baked goods and coffee. Immediately lulled into the calm friendly atmosphere, surrounded by the mellow buzz of intelligent conversation, well read pages being turned and the gentle tapping of laptop keys brought together by the background strumming of an unknown indie band singing poetry through speakers; I went over to the counter.
Greeting me with the warmest smile, the Barista asked my name and high-fived me like an old friend. It was the least awkward I'd felt in a social situation in a long time and I gratefully ordered my usual - Cappuccino with a shot of Ginseng.
The machine gurgled into action and a few minutes later the Barista delivered my order. Overcome by the overwhelmingly soothing smell of good coffee as it wafted from my hands to my nostrils and into my brain releasing a satisfying burst of dopamine, I sank into a happy stupor.
Picking a book from the selection on a nearby coffee table, I took a cross-legged seat on the overly comfortable couch and looked around. Soul undoubtedly revitalised, I realised I could happily have spent the rest of my life here....
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