CoffeeShop Blues: 2015 Traveler's Edition - Page 94

CoffeeShop Blues Morning, Rome I stretch and breathe in morning. It fills me with coolness a primal moment. The city below me shifts its pieces a slow dance, the random pattern of a disjointed minuet. The white light of an 8 am sun cleans streets, the acrid scent of traffic not unpleasant. Conversations float up, invite me in their lush plump vowels ripe fruit falling at my feet. 94