If you listen closely, you can hear the quiet pitter-patter on keys, fingers typing rapidly, words to a page. What is being written varies from person to person. Is it the bearded man in the corner? What could he be writing? It could be truth or wisdom, found in the grey hairs of his beard. Flecks scattered about, many from years and years.
What could she be writing? The girl gently swaying to the music, eyes eagerly on the screen; Fingers drumming in rhythm. What could the nervous man be writing? The one kept to himself, words reflecting in his glasses, rimming his eyes. A smile quickly forms on his face, when she shows him his place. A woman, a writer like himself, guiding him to the group.
Of course, there are more curious characters in this Coffee shop on a winter day. Like the man whistling the jazz song echoing through the shop. Making the warm beverages left and right. From his hat, to his beard, to his apron adorned in pins. All like memories pinned on his chest, from places he’s been, to people he’s met.
Coffee fills the room, in aromas so rich and velvety. Espresso and cinnamon, to the faint scent of tea. Steam rises from cups, full of wonderous designs; of what resembles a writing quill, made of foamy delight.
Light is starting to dim, as the window’s no longer share the sunshine from outside. Even noise begins to disappear, in the little coffee shop. Yet you can still hear the pitter-patter on the keys.
You can still hear a writer do what they do best,
They write.
AHHH
Oh my goooood.
I couldn’t figure out how to italicize that, so pretend it is.
I love this so much
Like
A lot,
can I print this and have a copy of it?
I really can’t wait to be able to sit and write in coffee shops when I’m older.
I love this so much!!
I’ve read this three times xD
Eeeeeee Yess you can print it
It’s the nicest feeling, especially going to a writer event thingy and seeing all the peopel who come in
I can’t wait to do things like that lol
And yessss
As soon as I can get to the printer later, I’m printing it.
I absolutely adore this piece, the first time I walked into Starbucks a few years ago I had just picked up writing again. I remember looking around with everyone with their laptops out, such a diverse crowd all pitter pattering away to the stories that dwell in their minds. You described the scene perfectly and I can picture going back in time, standing in that scene again. This was very beautiful and you couldn’t have described it better. 🙂
Thank you 🙂