Light drizzle brings in the cold winds from the outside. Nostalgic 70s music plays over my airwaves. The rest of my senses are picking up the aroma of freshly-ground beans that fills the same space. My body relaxes, the tension melts from my back and shoulders, and forehead wrinkles behaving.
Shouldn’t there be a law that requires people to experience at least one day a week of this bliss? Then maybe we’ll have world peace. And fighting be no more.
Let’s call our congressmen. Better yet, let’s pray.
Cheers!
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