Trying to get work done at coffee shop when T asks if he can sit at my table, of course I say yes. I put away my papers and pen and listen to T talk about war and what could happen in the next few days. I listen, he paints some horrifing pictures for here and abroad. Professional woman sitting next to us who is obviously listening is visibly uncomfortable with T's outlook. I listen, look at some of my favorite coffee shop folk and take it in. I soon leave to finish my immediate work and continue a normal day while thinking how frantic things are on the other side of the world.