Maui.

The sky is breaking. The sun streams through the clouds like a bitter knife, spreading its rays across the Maui landscape. Prince sings in the background as the piping hot coffee burns my mouth, burning as hot as the sun above. The taste of a bagel lingers on my tongue as the taste of the coffee rushes to replace it. Sweat creeps its way through my shirt to show the world the effects of the heat. Coffee beans in display cases next to me taunt my senses like M&M's in Vegas. The breeze flutters through the palm trees, who shield the lucky pavement beneath them from the beating sun. People laugh in the background of my thoughts as my pen glides over the paper as I write this. Water spots on the glass block my view of the swaying trees outside dancing as if they want me to join them. So, I do.