I'm waiting for the coffee to brew... waiting for the wine to chill just a touch... thinking of a song to write... contemplating the shallow light of afternoon sun, sneaking up the porch...pondering some ideas to flush out...wondering what the hell I am doing some days...
avafalls:
it is funny that you think about trees, because whenever I am feeling pain I think about trees. There is a small window in the tattoo shop where i get my ink done through which I can see the tree tops swaying in the breeze. so nice. 
jayrock:
I wonder if they have wine flavored coffee or coffee flavored wine.