The Story on the Paper

If anyone asks… this is the random “story” I penned to fill up the piece of paper photographed for the entry below, spelling errors included.

The time is late afternoon. The setting sun projects a warm hue across the Meditterranean. The breeze that playfully ruffles my hair makes the sea undulate gently. The chatter of other caf’é-goers fills the air with a cacophony of language as I still my thoughts staring into the strong dark brew that seemingly whispers back that it hid within its black heart the deepest secrets of the universe… or the deepest secrets of great-tasting coffee.

(Yep. It’s the word Mediterranean.)