Coffee brings us together. Young and old, male and female, punk and prep, coffee brings us together. It is a warm spring day. The wind running from corner to corner, wrapping its warmth around all. A middle aged man with a pony-tail sits in the shade with a block-chined younger tatoo'd man. It looks like they are having quite the conversation - though it doesn't survive the glass separating us. Coffee brings us together. A hispanic couple sit in the corner by the front window with a friend, I don't know much spanish, but it sounds as though they are discussing plans for a restaurant. A young intense man sits on the right side of the room, he is intently reading some white papers, occasionally glancing up to check out the passers-by. Young girls shopping with their mothers stop for coffee too, though they don't sit to enjoy it. A middle aged Jewish man takes a seat in the middle of the room, he is waiting for someone - and while he waits he enjoys a rich blend of coffee. Coffee, it brings us together: Jewish, Muslim, Christian, Catholic, Orthodox, or atheist - coffee brings us together.
