Al's Cafe

I always know it's not a good idea to stay in any cafe even I get tired after wandering around out there. So I searched my mind for a little cafe around my home.

I targeted one but I didn't go there after all.

Why?

Because I just went a step out. My own private outdoor cafe. Just think, people smoke in cafes. It's otaku but it's absolutely a better choice.

First we need some pies and cakes. Yes, another pumpkin pie.
Plus,

a cup of double shot hazelnut latte;

some music of Chris Botti.

For sure there must be a book.

Where's better than my balcony, the best place to sit down under the clear blue sky, and soak in the mandarin orange sunshine?

The twilight is tenderly warm and I could look directly at the sun, which was round as the moon, an orange pink moon which seemed heavy and sunk fast behind those endless flat roofs.

The air of early Fall is full of the sweet smell of some sort of unknown flower. This sweet smell made me think of my grandma, who asked me to bring my gf home for dinner some years ago.