It’s aspirational. It says so on the job ad. I sit drinking coffee so linked up it’s got to be full of cream.
A girl swings by literally as her loose heavy back pack comes within an inch of my face. She apologizes. There is no need. As I tell her. I know the feeling.
She is beautiful, unmade up, hair scrunched up and a big puffer around her body. She has her life in her bag and she’s sharing a tea with an older relative. She’s living on the bounce in a nomadic style taking her world and career with her.
Our dreams are meant to be lived e dry moment. So I pick up my own and write.
That is what coffee taught me about writing
Write with me?