This, is actually perfect. Michael Buble, coffee, the city lights. How amazing would it be if years from now, I lived in a city loft and had a balcony that overlooked New York? And on an evening, I grab some coffee at my local Starbucks coming back from work, or a date, or an evening out with friends and head back to my apartment. And then I open the doors, not caring about the frigid winter air, or the sound of cars because I can’t hear it over the sound of my music, and admire the lights. Admire everything.
stop that sounds perfect