One of the best parts of break is that I can drive to Champaign, the closest Starbucks, any time I want. The hour drive round trip is completely worth it. One sip and, ahhhhh.
Starbucks makes me think of this poem by William Carlos Williams
TO A POOR OLD WOMAN
munching a plum on
the street a paper bag
of them in her hand
the street a paper bag
of them in her hand
They taste good to her
They taste good
to her. They taste
good to her
They taste good
to her. They taste
good to her
You can see it by
the way she gives herself
to the one half
sucked out in her hand
the way she gives herself
to the one half
sucked out in her hand
Comforted
a solace of ripe plums
seeming to fill the air
They taste good to her
a solace of ripe plums
seeming to fill the air
They taste good to her
The way that woman feels about plums, I feel about Starbucks. It tastes good to me. Now, off to get one.