Freshly brewed coffee is sipped slow
Under lights strung through the rafters above.
With your arm around my shoulders
And your fingers in a tangle of curls,
We utter secrets of our pasts,
Strangely spoken in an air of comfort.
And it is in these shared moments
I know home will always be at your side.
Hi guys! Thanks for reading my piece called, “We Spend All Of Our Time In Coffee Shops.” I wrote this after spending an evening last week with my boyfriend at a shop downtown. Whenever we have free time, we always find ourselves hanging out in coffee shops. Some of the greatest times have been shared with the comforting smell of coffee in the air. The photograph is one I took of a shop that we really like to hang out at called Forager in San Jose, CA. It’s huge with comfy couches, large tables, high strung lights, and dope rosettas.