Today he enjoyed coffee time even more than usual. It started early and what he noticed first was on his walk to the bus stop. At 6:00 a.m. it was still somewhat dark with dawn only beginning to display itself. The temperature was 59 degrees causing him to feel the stirring of Fall. He boarded the Poudre Express at 6:28 a.m. and didn't notice the bright sunrise until arriving at Harmony Transfer Station 15 minutes later. "Daylight hours are fewer now that we're into September," he thought.
After arriving at the CSU terminal the short walk to Mug's on Laurel was pleasant through which he was intent on not even glancing at his watch. Time became inconsequential, so he instead focused on the gentle breeze noticing how the tree tops seemed to respond to it with joy. If a tree is capable of expressing joy he noticed it this morning.
The coffee shop appeared dimly lit when he finally got in. His usual point of entry was still locked. "What's going on," he quipped in the direction of a nearby squirrel. He then strode around the corner and found option two, a fully functioning door. A little chatter at the counter greeted him with a few people patiently waiting their turn to place an order. With there already being a line of patrons, he decided to pour himself an available drip brew and pay later. He brings his own mug.
Adrianna, the formidable Mug's manager, noticed his proclivity for sneaking a cup of brew out of turn and ignored her hesitancy to point it out to him when he finally did manage to make his pilfered "joe" legit. "So, I saw that," she said at the register. "Damn," he replied. Big smiles met somewhere in the middle. From that point forward numerous conversations were had with a number of "irregulars" as he and his coffee buddy Monte fondly refer to them as.
Concluding a "chauffeured" ride home, as he was the only passenger, Peanut, the affable bus driver, wished him well at his Windsor drop and a nice day, too. A nice day it is and a nice day it shall still become as hours always lie between now and later.