Coming alive

So I'm sitting and knitting and having a tea at my coffee shop.  I'm watching Main Street wake up.  I haven't done that in awhile, it's really very fascinating, I arrived when the sidewalk cleaner was picking up refuge left behind by the Saturday night revellers.  The town seems to wake up at the same time.  It's surprising who is up early on a Sunday.  A few students weighted down with backpacks full of books,  meeting to study and there are a lot of paper reading, CBC radio listening,  political "expert" types meeting for coffee, black, no sugar.  When I arrived the morning radio was talking about the controversy surrounding legalizing selling organs(the ones needed to extend life) Wow, that was pretty deep.   I overheard one of the students was up late until 2:30 "making soup", I wonder if that's code for something....The mocha latte drinking group come and go.  The noise level increases as the mom's and tots arrive, the future of my coffee shop is in their hands, so adorable, eating an oatcake, there is hope.