Writing in a cafe on a warm laptop, the sun shining and a spring breeze carrying the smells of baked goods is one of my favorite fantasies. Not Paris. Not Berlin. Not London. Okay, maybe Berlin! But, I picture it as some byway. A little town out of nowhere, peaceful and idyllic with that old world charm us Americans long for. The smell of old everywhere like it was in March of 2000 when I visited Ireland. Oh, Adare, I miss you and the peat.
There is just something so inspiring in the act that my soul comes back down from whatever black nap it’s been on to pay attention again. So when I saw this post on Facebook, I naturally wanted to share it with all of you. It’s a glimpse into the corner of my mind, as well as a peak at the mind and process of author Michael Pokocky. I, too, like taking photographs, check out my art section. And the cafe dream, well, he’s living it. Check it out: Cafes And Journals – Pixotale™
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