The smell of dark, roasted coffee and pumpkin raisin muffins wafts through the air. The screech of steam and rumble of grinding coffee tickle my ears. The polished table is smooth, though scratched with the word ‘acid rocket’ under my fingers.
Maybe it the caffeine infused air from the barista stand, maybe its the creative buzz radiating off all the other lap-toppers huddled around tables just like mine, but there is something about the JJ Beans cafe on Main street in Vancouver that fills me with the urge to write every time I’m there.
So thank you JJ Beans, you inspire me.