I'm at a cafe in Toronto. Feels like I'm always at a cafe lol. Maybe this is the life of a "proper" writer.
It seems cliche, but there is something inspiring about the chatter and laughter of other patrons, the smell of freshly baked pastries, the sound of coffee machines whirring.
Suddenly everything in the world feels okay. For a moment, I'm not terrified of what's going to happen in the future.