The coffee shop feels hot yet cool. This day is a strange limbo between winter and spring, where a coat is still needed but not necessary. The air is aromatic and full of old, damp grinds that catch in the light like dark snowflakes. The dull hubbub of conversation makes your eyes lose focus as your mind melts into an old, safe memory. To a place that is not this day with these problems. So you forget the revving cars and noise outside to take this moment and think of nothing but this place. And these dull sounds. And this gloriously simple coffee.