I wrote "Coffee Talk" in the middle of the summer. I stress the middle of the summer because I feel like it's the only time my mind, body and soul are at ease. I was renting a tiny room in a sketchy apartment last July in Richmond and I was SO broke it isn't funny. I mean I was washing plastic forks to reuse.. But I wasn't miserable because I was able to skate throughout the night and photograph the city to escape my worldly problems.

That being said, I was also seeing a girl who lit a fire in my bones. We would work all day and stay up all night, biking around, and drinking sh*tty Waffle House coffee (hence the reference), and I just really enjoyed the comfort of knowing, that at the end of the day I could lay in her comfortable, clean, air conditioned room and complain about how easy, or at least how easy it seemed, everyone else had it.

It's rare that you feel a genuine connection anymore, in a time of uploaded memories and digital harassment. You don't truly get to embrace the beauty of a good conversation and sometimes just the subtle warmth of having someone that doesn't expect anything in return, just company is good enough.

It's a summer song for the penniless dreamer and the romantic.