Eyes dance over a cup of coffee in a room where nothing is heard but the wind. Well, maybe the occasional shriek of steam from over by the barista. Old friends meet. It’s all there in
black and white flesh and bone. And soul. New friends find each other – looking for connection. Face it – we all are. Bodies and souls collide like silver balls in a mad pinball machine. Hopes, dreams, all are cast out to the unfolding cosmos. There is no better feeling than the anticipation of love. Except maybe love. In a coffee shop half way around the world hearts are racing hoping that a dude in a burqa doesn’t rush the door and pull the trigger.