Everyday
in Everyday, Food and Drink, Outdoors, Poetry
February, month of despair,
with a skewered heart in the centre.
I think dire thoughts, and lust for French fries
with a splash of vinegar.
-Margaret Atwood, from "February" (1995)
Anyone who knows me probably knows I don't drink coffee. But that doesn't mean I don't like a cozy place to warm up and dive into a book for a while during the cold months. Just a few blocks from Shenandoah is just such a nice spot--small, local, full of character (and characters): Hopscotch Coffee Roasters. They seem to take their coffee pretty seriously too, offering subscriptions to their fresh crop offerings and roasting their beans in small batches on-site. You know, if you're into that kind of thing.
Es ist so still, so heimlich um mich. Die Sonn ist unten, der Tag entwich. Wie schnell nun heran der Abend graut. Mir ist es recht, sonst ist mir's zu laut.
-Leitner (1825)
It is so still, so secret around me.
The sun is set, the day expired.
How fast now the evening fades to gray!
To me it is perfect; the day is too loud.
