Coffee Shop

It’s a nicely chilled evening. Too cold for a sweater, too warm for a bulky coat, but just right for a light jacket. The ground is covered with newly fallen snow. Every footprint left on the sidewalk, covered by the lightly falling snow of the night. It’s late, which is my favourite time to loiter in my local coffee shop, Sucré Café. I arrive at the Café, swing open the doors, and I’m welcomed by the sweet aroma of coffee, and the sweet vibes of Jazz playing from the stage side of the shop, to my left. I sit down at the shop counter and order my latte, made with cream, not milk, and no sugar. I swirl my seat around to face the stage. I place my latte on the counter behind me, for it’s far too hot for me to drink right away. Facing the band, I lay my head back with both elbows atop the counter behind me in order to relax, and relieve any stress from the day prior to the now. I sit for a while and let the music soothe my nerves. I pick up my latte and hold it in both hands as it warms me in the environment I could only dream to be in. It’s so warm in my hands, I can’t help but take a sip. As I do, I feel the warmth and smooth, creamy flavor fill me. These are the nights I live for, and I highly recommend everyone finds their own wind down place like Sucré Café.