progress coffee

homemade blueberry scone softly crumbles in my hands
as the latest fad walks in and out of the glass door,
this experience is unlike the others,
why? i can't seem to figure it out,
what is is about the girl with black nail polish and curly hair?
what is it about the boy with long blonde hair and a plaid shirt
or the girl with a mohawk in the corner with the bald tattoo guy?

my iced coffee hits my cold lips perfectly as the sun beats down
i am caught up in this moment,
with a book and a camera,
the epitome of simplicity,
I daydream.

i almost figured out this time that seems to freeze as i think about it,
i wanna capture the smile on the face of the brunette with dreadlocks,
i want to bring permanence to the stories the people here carry.
maybe thats where the passion for frame by frame living came from...
the idea that i can give anything beauty with a simple click,
and a fast or slow shutter, with a possible zoom lens,
well...all of that takes my breath away.