Everyday I walk past an apartment building.
Bland low cost siding adorns it. There are 7 modern sliding doors that open to ground level patios that face the street I walk.
There is one particular far right ground level sliding door who’s blinds are always open. Easily viewable to a casual passer-by.
Beyond these sliding doors, there is a table topped with imitation wood Formica.
Every day two coffee mugs, from an indiscriminate time of coffee mugs, rest on the table, often accompanied by a sugar bowl and a couple of spoons which casually sit in their respective small pool’s of coffee drips.
Sometimes a newspaper keeps them company. I never know which newspaper it is.
I have never seen the owner of the coffee mugs until today.
He looks exactly as how I imagined.