Yesterday started badly.
I woke with that strange sense of impending doom — one of those mornings when everything seems slightly out of place. I spilled coffee on my favourite shirt, rushed out of the house and headed towards Canonbury Overground, already wondering what else the day had planned for me.
Then came the smell of coffee.
I stopped at the little coffee shop inside the station and ordered a cappuccino. I told the barista I wanted a good one — something worth photographing and maybe even writing about.
He smiled. Challenge accepted.
His name was Seren, and somewhere between making my coffee and a quick conversation, I discovered he was also a young music producer with ambitions beyond the coffee counter.
The conversation lasted only a few minutes. Nothing dramatic happened. No great revelation.
Just good coffee, a stranger with an interesting story, and my mood completely changed.
I left with my cappuccino, caught my train and carried on with the day feeling considerably lighter.
Sometimes that’s all it takes.
A coffee. A conversation. A chance encounter on the run.
