Time and place

It is a strikingly beautiful day in the town square this morning.  The time is 6 AM and the local coffee shop was not yet open, so I tucked my tail between my legs and went to the chain shop I previously frequented.  Sitting outside now, on the opposite side of the street, I am enjoying my $5.99 quad-venti-no-whipped mocha.  The sun has just emerged from behind the  brick-covered buildings on the west side of the square and I am basking in its brilliant glory.  I can hear the fountain gurgling across the street and the calls of pigeons and seagulls welcoming the day.  The town square has a personality that changes with time, day and season.  At this moment it feels like a cocoon, warm, inviting and comfortable, causing one to linger longer then he should.  However, the hammer and anvil call from the distance, reminding us of responsibility and commitment.  But the soft warmth of the early morning sun, and the faint sound of water splashing against the basin, soothes our senses, causing rebellion against the call of duty.  Alas, my cup is empty and I must leave this moment in time.