As I sit here without isolation producing earbuds and the subsequent personal noise, I listen to the music of the PRESS*. It is not just the sound of manufactured pop music produced by Hollywood. It is the sound of baristas talking, fingers tapping, water flowing and spoons stirring. I listen to feet stalking, greetings being called out, and the pages of books turning. This is the music of the PRESS. It is the backdrop to the current setting of my soul.
*PRESS is a local coffee shop located on Wayne Ave in Dayton, OH.