A coffee shop essay within 500 words

The words written during that period were eclipsed, just like the coffee that has lost its temperature after the remaining heat has dissipated, and it is so tasteless when you drink it. This day I came to the coffee shop again, with my computer and the feeling of wanting to write down words.

You may think that coffee shops are always so quiet, but after sitting there for a long time, you will find that coffee shops are actually quite noisy. The rumble of the espresso machine on the bar, the crisp sound of the bell hanging on the door, the sound of customers ordering food, the sound of coffee cups hitting the table and the sounds of forks and plates...

In a corner, I sat silently on the single sofa, plugged in the computer power, and then wrote down the text... The residual warmth of the coffee cup was still dissipating, while I was drinking macchiato and tapping away. Sitting on the keyboard, it's like being in this corner, and the world has stopped for me. I have always liked this feeling, inspiration is always useful, but while typing on the keyboard, the temperature of the coffee is always dissipating. After finishing an article, the residual temperature has dissipated.

I always feel that the color used to engrave the words "finding back" in the coffee shop is very calm and not dazzling, but it is not brilliance, it is a kind of elegance. When I was tired during the holidays, I would go to a coffee shop with my mother from time to time, and quietly either read a book or use the computer to write, and time would pass quickly.

When the afternoon sun shines through the window, I look at the people passing by outside from time to time. Maybe they are busy rushing to do something, or maybe they are out for a walk on holiday. Looking at those people passing by in a hurry, their footsteps are always so compact. Sometimes while holding a cup of coffee and looking out the window, it’s like watching time rush by in front of you without any sound.

In the coffee shop, many people like to bring books, computers or other documents, and do something busy while drinking coffee. Watching my mother enter data on the computer with a stack of bills, and looking at the words on her computer, time passed on the screen.

I still prefer writing in coffee shops. At home, even though I am sitting at the desk with a cup of coffee, there is no other sound except the music that is constantly playing on a loop, just like a There is always a sense of oppression in a closed space. Even though there are a lot of noises in the coffee shop, in a corner, it's like being alone in the world. A strange place, surrounded by strange people, but they were all busy with something.

Like this, after an afternoon passed, I regained the lost feeling and the color of those words... Even though the residual heat of the coffee has almost dissipated, the sunshine outside the window is slowly receding...