Snow stopped, forcing the lines in most parking lots to become important again. It (the snow) must have felt bad for the people needing structure. But now, they see the lines an can't park inside them - the people before them couldn't see the lines and didn't guess their locations all that well. So now, in a new room, with a few red chairs on a floor mostly filled with wood colored chairs the coffee is warm again. Most are clustered around one table, too small for them, but it's trying. And reading by the window sits a girl with blond hair dyed almost the same color as the rare red chairs. She isn't sitting in them, because the scene would be just too much. And here I am again, in the corner finding that unfamiliar locations are more inspiring but finding this place somewhat comforting.