IÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢m a morning person ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã‚Â¦ well, my brain is anyways. On a beautiful Sunday my restless brain wakes me up with the right amount of happy chemical substances and started to feel uncomfortable. It went on and on about the logic of this or that.
I took a quick shower, grab my jacket and laptop and out the door to the coffee shop.
– ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…â€œGood morning. Can I have a cafÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â© au lait medium skim milk to go?ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã‚Â ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â‚¬Å“
I already love it, plain English with a little French. A few minutes later a get my beautiful cup of coffee in a bright beautiful morning in Boulder ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã‚Â¦ without having to use some ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…â€œFritalianÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã‚Â or having to stare at an overpriced-way-too-many-options-in-different-languages menu. By the way, it is just coffee.
After listening to some Spanish music (http://www.pandora.com/ ) and observing people falling into the magical spells of the coffee shop couches, I went to the bathroom.
I suddenly open the door of the menÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢s bathroom and ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã‚Â¦ slap, smack to the nose.
Spring is in the air. A smell of rancid dry sweat and coffee beans hit me out of the blue.
People, it is ok to start taking showers again ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã‚Â¦ it is spring and IÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢m in love again.