Sitting in the coffee house on a rainy Monday morning. It’s still warm enough that the doors are open, but the weather channel said the temperatures should drop like a rock before days end. I’m sitting in the corner facing the room. The soft sound of music overhead, I hear the barista putting change into the till. The pastry cooler has a rhythmic hum that somehow is in beat with the music. To my right there is a small group of women around a table planning a church fundraiser.