I miss my weekend mornings at the coffee shop.
I miss beginning the day early, my own way, and letting time unfold as it should.
I miss the central destination and neighbourhood feel.
I miss getting caught up in conversation with friendly strangers, or sharing a newspaper without thinking of the danger.
I miss the constant din of idle chatter and opinion, anecdote, and details that matter.

05/24/2020                                                j.g.l.