Life in a booth

When you are two months out from a (fingers crossed!) dissertation defense, you mostly watch the world move around you. You no longer really feel a part of it. I have been sitting in the same booth at Walker's Coffee and Pub for what feels like years now. I count my hours in cups of coffee. Kind of like that song from Rent. I digress. My point? It is a unique position to observe people like this. I am thankful for the little moments right now, and should be always. The smiles, the nods, the way a song hits me as I write and it seems like a soundtrack.