He just sat there, throwing glimpses from behind the window on 24th street. The damps from his freshly ground coffee flirt with the first sunlight, as if they were dancing a secret tango. He sees it too, and then laughs. “It must be the Argentinian beans”, he said out loud. None of the clientele seemed to mind because Glenn Miller’s In The Mood was really setting the mood of the morning buzz. He’s worked for years, but today was the first day of his new life. With time on his hands and a bag full of clothes, he now roams.