This place seems to be a cat house on a Saturday night. You go to a Café with wireless internet and all a sudden, the place gets bombarded big time with customers out for the late night Saturday night life, on the town.
But, that’s not all – its bone chilly and the cold is haunting the night life as the city slickers storm the café for the sprinting of the Java Joe of the brewing pot of steaming coffee that has been filling the night air with the smell of fresh food and hot dicey brew of Java.
Seriously, I can’t wait until they start saying the word – S U M M E R in the forecast at the same time and keeping things dicey and freshly brewed into the warm heater months! Aye mate, that’s a moi of cracker jacks, when it comes time to shout out the moi of Java Jonas on a chilly fazed night, when the northern lights are dance to the rhythms of moist colors of the planet in the daring night sky.
Now, if the northern lights could reach into the Pacific Northwest skies of Oregon, the timing would be a stark reminder, that we’re not alone in the universe.
Now, about the pot of Java Joe.