Sometimes you just need to go sit in a cafe and lounge. After work, I found myself with one of those rare moments: a free night where laundry was the only thing on my agenda. I stopped by a cafe in Harvard Square to warm up with hot chocolate, work out a crossword puzzle, and eavesdrop on the cute couple sitting across from me at the communal table who were getting some work done before hightailing it home to catch Lost.
I love that our culture is evolving into a cafe society, encouraged by both the big guys (Starbucks) and the independents. As a nation, we’re conditioned to be hard-working, connected people—the majority of patrons were parked in front of their laptops—but perhaps this little movement is our way of slowing down. A way to take time to read a book or catch up with a friend or indulge in the gentle art of doing nothing. And I am so good at that.