As I sit here in this coffee shop called "The Sugar Shack", I find my thoughts varied and random.
I find that the friendly, upbeat nature of this establishment is extremely endearing... yet the difficulty in obtaining a plain cup of black coffee that isn't flavored in one of, apparently, 134 different ways is quite frustrating.
I seem to meet new, increasingly interesting people each day, yet I can't help but constantly think of people I can no longer see - Audrey. Harry. Annie. Cleo. Bless him, even Gordon Cole.
It's a very melancholy feeling, one that has admittedly caught me quite off-guard.