Yes, it is indeed that time again.
It’s a little quiet in here tonight.
There are several people sitting by themselves at their own respective tables, studying, listening to music. One young fellow is sketching in his sketch book, and from the glimpses I’ve seen, he’s quite the artist.
There’s a young man huddled deep in his hoodie directly across from me. I’m not sure if he’s feverish, insecure, or just deeply attached to his hoodie.
There’s a homeless man who has been here for the past several Tuesday nights that I’ve been here, and today he’s deeply engrossed in reading a worn and tattered Bible he must’ve found somewhere. A bit ago he offered me one of his cans of chicken noodle soup.
To my left are three ladies who I assume are teachers–they’re grading papers that their students handed in. From the comments I’ve heard, none of them seem overly-impressed with the caliber of their students, unfortunately.
Across the room are three other young ladies doing an exhaustive study of the book of Ephesians–I’ve loved watching them dig into and pour over the Word of God. Not in the least bit fazed by some of the remarks and looks that they’ve gotten as others have walked by and seen them with their study books open. I kind of want to go join them.
And there is someone across the room who has been screened behind a large newspaper from the time I got in. Still haven’t gotten a good look at their face. Must be interesting new these days . . . .
And Mr. Barista Man is discussing the ins and outs of latte art. I kind of want to go join him, too, because I miss doing latte art! Maybe I’d get a free cup of coffee out of it . . . .
And the chappy nearby just got a new Twitter follower. He’s excited.
And now I’m off to finish up my conference prep. I’d love it if you’d comment and let me know how you’re doing! :)