Morning Jaunt; Then the Shop 97/100 ( #100days writing challenge)

The best part of my week was a weekday morning—Monday, to be exact. I slept exceptionally well and set out for the neighborhood café‑convenience store. The coffee was strong and delicious, and the barista played obscure, artistic tunes that filled the space with a sonorous vibe. The music sparked my creativity, and I felt energized by the caffeine.

Even though the weather was frigid, the rain wouldn't arrive for a few more days; it was cold and clear. With my mind buzzing, I began doodling before writing, which gave me an excellent launchpad for my mood. The soft, abstract shapes of the modern décor inspired ideas for photos and drawings, feeding future projects and expanding my sense of possibility.

I took a photo inside the doorway, experimenting with my analog‑style instant camera’s finicky settings. The shot turned out well, and I considered donating it to the friendly server. Yet I reminded myself that I’m just a customer—both needy and privileged—so I felt conflicted about seeking the server’s approval. In the end, I decided the photo was fine as it was and didn’t need validation. I left gratefully, savoring my inner warmth against the cold weather.