*Pit*… *pat*… *pit*…… *pat*.
The rain stops. Coming down the bus, I felt a chilly breeze coming my way but I was almost there. It’s not always that the skies clear up almost right away. “No puddles for the children today I guess”, I said to myself. I clench my raincoat and walk a few more blocks.
I notice my rather rapid pace. I start to walk slower and notice the familiar path. To my right, I see the colourful fruits and vegetables outside Nesters Market. I remember the times I would take some children for a walk, and the first thing they notice are the new displays outside Nesters.
I continue walking….
Finally, I reach in to push the glass door in front of me, and allowed myself to be swallowed- in an overwhelming smell of coffee, eggs, and toast. After getting my order, I find a seat beside the wall, facing a huge glass window. Outside, umbrellas that were usually open were closed for today.
I open up the lid to let the coffee cool down a bit while trying to imagine what my day might look like. The smell of a medium coffee double double pumps up my soul and helps me get ready for the day. I take a sip of the now cool coffee while I open my bible to read for daily encouragement and strength. 
Gazing out the window, I see a faint reflection of myself. Some days I can see my reflection clearly. I check the time to see half an hour more of morning time for myself. I was now comfortable.
Because in that seat, located inside a dim Tim Hortons, there my daily ritual- my daily “me” time, my daily refresher before each big day- begins.
