Morning fog envelops the city's tallest buildings, shrouding them in mystery and giving the city a softness that somehow lifts it from the dreariness created by the grey light of early morning. I love this city, the bustle of commuters, the dogged determination to soilder on in temperatures that are not hospitable. My favourite part of the morning rush is to take part in the coffee culture, I even like the snobs.
I purchased my morning coffee from this man today. He took great pride in his work and although charged me an obscene amount for my measely cup of weak-arse soy, he really did make a cup worth drinking and paying for.
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