There is a coffee place near my house where I love to write in the summer and winter. I write my thoughts, and dreams, and heart’s desires. I write about my dresses, what they look like, what they capture, the emotions of them. In the summer it is busy and noisy with people and little dogs. The music is loud and people dance in the line. In the winter it is quiet and rainy, and people sip slowly in the frost and dew.