COFFEE HOUSES 
I used to love coffee houses, the aroma, the agile line of eccentric people whom I knew well. I always drank the non-coffee items though, but I loved it anyhow. Then I moved to florida-found a Starbucks house, adventured in one day and acquired my favorite latte or mocha. As I stepped out of the doors into Pensacola, something just wasn't right. What was I doing? This wasn't quite the same as I remembered back home. The chill of the air, smoke from the cup drizzled up into your nose while your scarf traced your cheek as it fell down to the side after vigorous attempts otherwise. Now, here, the sun was burning, wind blowing. No chill, no smoke, no aroma. What's a coffee house without all the other?