Smooth sounds fill the coffee scented air, smoke flies around like butterflies onΒ Β warm summer days. Easy going conversations with hearty laughter whisper softly in my ear, The fire is flickering softly giving the room a candle glow. People come and go letting in a cool breeze, the fall air rushes through the doors, From the corner music pours out of the musician into the customer's soul. I watch people leave, with a simile on their face that they hadn't had before coming in.