Tanzanite Cocoa Café
On this early and dreary morning, I found myself using the pitter patter of rain to wake up. Normally, the chaos of early mornings; eggs, coffee, syrup, and busy streets served as the perfect alarm. Nonetheless, today an eerie silence and murky skies made the perfect excuse to stay in late. As I wrestled with my sheets, I began to think how I’d been eager to attend Uncle Silas’s birthday gala for weeks. Now the day has arrived, but I must say today is not necessarily "birthday gala" like weather. I couldn’t necessarily shake off the gloom that resonated in the air this morning.
