Lesson 7 - Kohi

I grip the soft paper of the coffee cup from
the shop; I don't like that feeling.
Audible is the gentle thumping of my fingers on
keys as I type up my essay.
My eyes wander around and drink up my
surroundings: lots of niche little square tables,
little round chairs; some comfortable chairs
(a few people occupying them,)
guarding the little brick fireplace, 
a view outside to the snowy Minnesota world,
the wonderful scent of coffee filling my lungs.
Ah, my coffee is cooler now, but
not as cool as the world beyond the window.
There's a woman with a pink iPad
and a little brown notebook, as well as sunglasses.
I blink and she's sitting down at the table beside me.
As I leave, I embrace the prickly winter wind
ah, the sky is always a strange white during this time of the day,
during this time of the year. 
Buildings scattered about; strip malls lined like soldiers.
crunch in each of my footsteps as I
connect feet with snow. 

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