Cures

Cure for the Saturday morning blues: Listening to Chopin nocturnes while driving through the still morning while watching the color-changing leaves begin to drift to the ground.

Cure for the cold soggy soul: A friend embrace, a sister to see in the flesh, commiserating smiles over hot and iced lattes and warm pastries.

Cure for the procrastinatory bog: A place apart, background music, a free drink (for filling out a survey), space to spread out and drown in the monotony of grading, grading.

Rest for the weary, solace for the lonely, a spot to observe the curious phenomenon of rainfall in the sun.