When Are You Alone?
It’s the closest thing to being in monastery that I can think of – it’s my hole-in-the-wall coffee shop. Music drizzles over the walls and blends magnificently alongside the coffee-machine-purr. The window opens onto a vista of the street – the bustle of downtown Fredericton on a clear Wednesday night…before the rain starts to pound down. I’ll fall asleep to the drone of my ‘white-noise’