Morning coffee

This morning I went to Caffè Il Momento even before taking the elevator at work. I parked my bike, crossed the street and bought my latte.

I feel a bit out of it this morning, don't know what it is. I hope the coffee will do me good.

The view out of the window of the expressobar caught my eye: the curved curb, the lettering and the horizontal line, it all came together.

Then I went up to my office. When I put the cup down, I saw the texture of the milk and the long shadow of the cup on the table.

Soft tones of the cap and shadows. Different place on the table, different hues.

The shadow of the window on the table is slowly growing and moving away.