Very small adventures

When you don't know you need a break

A view from the office

One morning this week, the coffeeshop where I do a lot of writing closed unexpectedly. Well, damn. I sat in my car, flustered. I drove a loop around the block. I didn’t want to go a different café, but I was eager to start writing. Where to go, what to do?

The morning was cold, but slowly warming up. I stared at a tree poking out of…