Coffee shops
I always believed that coffee shops or bakeries are so beautiful in the early morning. I mean you wake up to catch an early bus for your next trip and you want to drink coffee. It’s like 5 in the morning. Everything is so quite. There’s a middle aged woman smoking and reading the news. I look at her very careful. She seems tough but there’s something in her eyes, something nice. The guy asks me what coffee I want,flirting and laughing at my stupid joke. I just sit and I feel like we are three people so different but all of us share a silence that is so necessary. I want to hug them and to tell them that it’s always sad to leave people you can share silence with.
(via n-astya)
