Sitting in a place where I've sat before

The clouds rise and fall, fading from white to smoky blue and grays. Slim, steel beams faded to a murky brilliance reminiscent of the calm invitation on a cold water handle connect the sky to the familiar Chattanooga horizon. It feels like home. Water diamonds drip sporadically from the kidney bean red railings, subtly reminding onlookers' subconscious of the basic premise of our reality. Gravity. The unseen thing that stabilizes us. The smooth foam reaches my lips before the hot, grainy mocha spreads through my taste buds, successfully battling the hopeful gloom just outside the window, just outside my soul.

One of my inspirations is moving to Buenos Aires. Have always wanted to make that throbbing city one of the three cities I call home. I hope so much to visit him in the next decade. To say I am proud of him is an understatement. I look forward to letters and following this religiously.

I am 25 years old. No song for this era is selected yet. Almost always open to suggestions.