I drove home from a (very) late night at work in the snow. Something about being the first person to drive down the blank slate of a snowy road at 2 AM is just magical to me. The radiant white, untouched by other tires and the near-perfect quiet of it all. It may sound strange, but it’s a very zen experience – one I’ve had many times.
Going past our Coffee Night haunt, I felt a small pang of loneliness. I shook off the urge to pull in and grab a cup of joe. Now, I wonder – who might I have bumped into? Who is out there, lurking in the coffee joints of the world at this hour? Even if I’ve never met them, I can’t help but feel like a kindred spirit. Except , of course, I drove on home.
It doesn’t matter where I go, or what becomes of me in this life – part of me will always be at coffee. Waiting for my friends to show up. Drawing and writing and making light, in the middle of darkness. That’s all right with me; that’s just perfect.
Cheers.
-BRP
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