It’s quiet at this time of day
Silence greets me
And it brings warmth along with it
It smells of pastry and black coffee
It’s stirring of memories
But I have to finish writing
I have to finish this article
I need my job or else I can’t afford to have this coffee
Black.
Reminds me of the worry creeping in.
Steeping in,
like the tea in that pot.
Does it make sense to almost smell something based on what you read? I think so, because I swear I smelled coffee and pastries and I felt, though not mentioned, the small crowd of people in the bakery.
Well done, using coffee and its color to describe someone’s inner emotion. From the outside, I can imagine, the person would seem very clean and orderly. But the mention of how the deep shade of the coffee was like worry, speaker something someone else probably wouldn’t be able to see.
Take pride in this, please! I think you’ve earned yourself a bragging right 😂😘
wow this was a cool way to look at it!
It paints a clear picture with greater detail than what is there, and I’m pleasantly surprised you didn’t go for the perspective of the baker or something similar.
