Just for an instant...

Coffee: the texture, the smell, the taste--my mouth waters just thinking about it.  So, it is to no ones surprise that when missing I can be found comfortably reading at the local cafe.  It's a cute little salt box house with a wrap around porch built among tall pines.  Inside you can wander from room to room enjoying the beauty of hardwood floors and local art displayed for the fellow artisan or possible buyer. Simple room dividers in the form of handmade book shelves, plants, and even bottom swinging doors keep the customers in suspense as they move from room to room. You never know what or whom you may find. If you choose to visit on a cold winter's night, you'll be met by a crackling fire and occasional Fridays the local musicians come to play. Mandolins, banjos, dulcimers, and even spoons can be heard singing the sounds of Appalachia.

Outside there are picnic tables and chairs with huge umbrellas to keep you safe from the southern sun.  The wrap around porch, besides having a perimeter length bench seat, also promises a tranquil view for every 2-3 feet your eyes feast on beautiful flower boxes filled with seasonal blossoms: pansies, marigolds, bluebells. The best time to visit for me is mid-morning or early evening when you can find a seat beneath the trees, alone except for the birds chirping, the wind blowing, and the swoosh of cars driving by. I often sit with my feet in a chair and a romance novel on my lap. I close my eyes and bask in the taste of a buttered bagel smothered with cream cheese while sipping a double shot iced latte. No sugar. My mind wanders for a moment before I turn back to my romance novel and realize that for an instant I have savored heaven on earth.