Sunday 14:28
Even the simplest of places can become paradise
On solemn grounds we may not think much of the Good Friend Café
And its inconsistent opening times
Yet during such a murky day and during these murkier times I have never been more grateful to see your doors open
The chai was warmth and winter leaves with a hint of caution to remind me
That we are still living in these peculiar times
But I suppose I found my good friend
Solace,
At the Good Friend Café
Illustration: Alisha O’Brien-Coker