I’m sitting in my favorite coffee shop with my cup of latte and morning paper, pondering how to begin my blog. A man sitting at the table next to me is staring out the window … he’s awaiting the arrival of a friend he’d promised a loan. The man is doubtful that his friend will repay the loan. He’s restless. Life is a mystery … always will be.
I look around the coffee shop. What else is going on? This might be the ideal place to sit and write. I can make up stories. My writer’s block disappears.
Welcome to my world!
Let's have coffee 
Thanks for the positive comment Tara … please continue to follow my View as I look over my coffee cup. Sorry I’m in Ontario Canada … don’t know when or even if I’ll have coffee with you (smile)
Olive