The Perfect Coffee

Dear Delyara, I went to that little cafe in the alleyway today, the one that only has three tables. The barista didn't say much, but he made the most perfect cup of coffee I’ve ever tasted. I sat by the window and watched the world go by for an hour. No laptop, no book, no phone. Just me and the bitter warmth of the cup. I realized I’ve spent the last three years "doing," and I’ve completely forgotten how to "be." Tomorrow, I might go back and do absolutely nothing all over again.