If you stand in a deep well and look up at the daytime sky, do you see stars?

The harvest moon looms over the horizon and I am drinking one purchased shot of espresso and one freely given shot of espresso in a now-cooled cup of just boiled water. I don't know the baristas though they have both served me on occasion. I'm bad with names and knowing if I know people or not. I haven't drawn her yet, and may yet tonight if I'm here for long enough. Actually, I have not drawn the long-haired gentleman yet either. I make a habit of coming to this coffee shop to work, though lately I work only because I come here. It is an escape and a reason to spend money. A reason to leave the house and be productive even though the majority of my resources are inside my apartment. In my third week of unemployment I begin to hit my stride, no longer struggling to fill my days, but allowing them to remain empty if they must. I've been to this coffee shop once already today.

Now that the days grow darker faster it is ten at eight and ghosting images mirror off of the large plate glass windows affording an expanded view of the coffee bar. I sit in the corner, wall to my back.

I sometimes see people I know, and am glad when they stop to chat, but mostly I enjoy seeing how many people I don't know. Being a happily anonymous face in a coffee shop.