I’m sitting in the coffee shop,
twiddling with my fingers as I await the next customer.
It’s rainy today,
and I’ve made more hot lattes than I can count.
The wooden door creaks open,
and the welcome bell sounds again.
“How are you today?” I ask the young woman, likely my age, as she approaches the register.
“It rained today, so I guess I’ve had a good day,” She replies.
I suppose she is right,
The weather is nice. Today must be a good day.
She ordered a hot latte,
probably the 50th customer to do so in the past two hours.
I steamed the milk and began pouring it into the espresso.
The espresso and milk swirled together until they became one,
And I was lucky enough to make a small flower design with the foam.
I handed her the latte,
and she left.
And I awaited the next customer.
I went to grind some coffee beans to take home when my shift ended,
and a customer made a comment to me about how quickly the rain was falling.
The song I had queued began to play,
and I couldn’t help but smile.
The scent of fresh roasted coffee beans filled the air,
and a slight breeze came in from the open garage door.
There are a million places I could have ended up on this Sunday morning,
but I think I’m fine right where I am.