As the world goes by | James' Coffee Blog
The beginning of a new week is upon us. The City is bustling. I am sitting in a wooden seat, not the most comfortable, but certainly charming. The cushion on which I am issiting is worn. These chairs have been well used. Who sat here before me? Who shall sit here after? I gaze at the traffic passing by, and look out as people walk on the street. The weather is warm, many people are in t-shirts.