I have no clue if a cup of coffee that takes 5 carefully obsessed over minutes to brew tastes any better, but I like watching the drip. The woman sitting outside Ozo wearing bright orange frames is waiting in the shadow that is about to disappear with a swipe of bright sunlight. She looks over at me locking up my bike and says, “I am waiting to be kissed.”

(the gate is handpicked limestone assembled by David Life at his home in Woodstock last week.)