In college,

happiness

never felt more than a coffee away.

No matter how

anxious

or

glum

the day, he knew that if he were to sit down at a

cafe

, order a 

coffee

and people watch for a couple hours he would be back to his regular old self again. The self everybody recognized him as and liked him for.

Throughout the years the effect of

people watching

at cafes waned. He noticed this one particularly sunny day when his anxiety was bubbling like a pot of hot oatmeal on the stove. Even though he had already drank his coffee and sat there watching the weekenders through the shades of his

sunglasses

he felt uneasy.

Not that he wanted to feel calm or anything. He rarely did feel calm. What he sought was a mood... a belief that everything would turn out okay. This didn't come that day. All he could do was worry.

What would he do now that he was no longer in school? He'd graduated a year ago, so this was his second summer as a 

college

 grad. A year had flown by and he was in the same spot. At that moment he didn't mind still being there, but what worried him was another year passing and him being in this same exact spot.