We laughed hysterically over our coffee as the world rushed by outside.
The Sun was shining through the windows of the coffee shop onto our little table, warming our faces and our souls. I leaned back in my chair with a sigh, sipping my cream-filled coffee as my best friend giggled.
The sun catchers in the window sprinkled soft-colored prisms on our faces as I sat there, content with the wonderful joy of feeling undoubtably alive.
I looked around the quiet coffee shop, searching for the magical secret to my sacred solace. We started giggling again as she spilled coffee on her shirt, spinning spirals and stories to the point where we collapsed with laughter onto the clothed table.
I looked around the room once more until my eyes settled back on my friend. I smiled in quiet happiness as I suddenly realized;
The magic was coming from her.