I love the company of a cafe,
the steam off the cup of cappuccino or a
good morning cup of tea,
the  music, the old friends meeting up,
the barista who hums show tunes. 
I like the moments that unfold while I'm 
typing or talking like the time when a Dad 
said to his daughter, who was maybe four or five, 
"I see a new freckle on your face." She stopped
sipping her hot chocolate and said, "Yay!"
and then she danced around the place
and the Dad laughed 
and folks smiled.