Mocha Sea

Crisp air that stands supposed thermal hairs on end encapsulates. With each step, the water creeps up the back of pants, saturating heels and toes that 'flip, flop' in autumnal drops. Books hang heavy on shoulders that shiver in a gentle cold that snuck in on the back of thick sunlight while deceiving the senses. Chilled hands grasp the paper cup and absorb the single core that is liquid warmth. Dream of diving into the mocha sea and float on its frothy goodness.