city lights are flickering on as the sky turns dark outside. people are scurrying about in their winter coats, trying to get home for dinner. i'm watching from a window seat in a cafe, the lights inside warm and yellow and welcoming. pen and paper and coffee and the clinking of spoons -- it's exactly as charming as it seems.

at home i often dream about moments like this. moments of total contentment in solitude. it's a strange feeling, living the moment you often dream about.