Tea Latte Love

really, nothing beats drinking a tea latte on the back porch with a good book, sketchpad, and some pens and pencils. nothing. especially when there is no school. i wish i had my own condo and could just sit back and draw and drink lattes for the rest of my life. that would be perfection. unfortunately, i still have four years of school, then college, and then i'm expected to get a "practical" job. yeah right. since i'm one of those people that constantly thinks about the future and makes meticulous plans that never work out quite like they should. so, of course, i have a dream right now of one day owning a boutique. the walls would be covered in my own and others art. we'd sell all kinds of cute, vintage, handmade items. going with the title of this post, we'd sell the best, most delicious lattes. then life would be love.

here's an inspiring stanza from the poem Coffee Shop Memoirs.

Sometimes life fits in a coffee cup,
Sometimes inspiration pours out slowly like a packet of honey,
And sometimes it all mixes together
Like liquid incandescence that I drink right after brewing.

isn't it lovely? i think so.