Four hours ago, I was at the town plaza finding some time to just chill out under an all-black night sky with the evening sea breeze brushing in and around. I’ve always lusted over the London ambiance of the public square especially when it’s not overcrowded, just solemn and sweet. The gentle green lights from the ground lamps were irresistibly beautiful and elegant, extravagant at announcing the town as first class. The place was beautiful, like that.
Yet something was missing. Coffee, my evening lover. “Te juro que te echo tanto de menos.”