Ten people talking, coffee machines buzzing and spraying, and music louder than it all. People pay $5 to sit here in the coffee shop to work, talk, or just surf the Internet. To top it off, I'm sitting in what feels like an island when I normally sit near a wall or window. I thought the people walking by, stopping for coffee, and sitting behind me would drive me to self-consciousness.
Just yesterday I thought I'd write a poem or essay on the beauty of quiet, and at the moment I find myself thinking of why this loud busyness is starting to win me over like it does every time I come here.
It wins me over because I love the thought of being in the middle of various conversations. I can't hear the exact words, but it's just fun that people are here enjoying a weekday night with a friend or alone deep in thought. I love how God can make even clamor beautiful and useful to us.
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