Mismatched furniture welcomes another day together

The couch leans against the cracked paint on the walls

Sunlight wanders in, bounced off the gray rooftops of the flats adjacent

The sweetest coffee is dripping, eager to serve it's purpose

While indie melodies roll low like the clouds

A white kitten is perched on a small wooden table,

It is a treasure discovered at a flea market

A trolley ride got me there

It was a ship set sail to conquer the familiar

The coffee shop around one corner had paper lanterns

And another around the next just opened

And if you walk one block south

There's another there, it has the best espresso

The fog drifts in from the bay like a cool caress to the land

As I walk up the stairs to my sanctuary

White kitten purring as the clouds roll over

The clouds move with such sincerity

And the bay sparkles and starts to froth

In anticipation of the coming autumn

I set my keys down in the wooden bowl on the counter

Everything is right