The Lives of Others

Yesterday afternoon after work, I spontaneously decided to veer a few blocks downtown for a bottle of cold brew from Stumptown Coffee Roasters. I stood at the counter and crunched my ice while people-watching through the window. I made up short little stories in my head for the particularly interesting-looking ones (there's a lot of colorful characters frequenting the Ace Hotel!). The building directly across the street is one of my favorites in the city, mostly because it reminds me of Paris. I always wonder about its white stone walls, and the lives inside of them.

When I got home, I sat on the patio, closed my eyes, and tilted my head towards the sky. Despite all the caffeine running through my veins, I felt perfectly still.