The air at street level was crisp but still.  At higher altitudes, something was definitely happening.

It looks almost calligraphic, and reminds me a bit of the yud-shaped building at the Contemporary Jewish Museum in San Francisco.

It also reminds me that there’s abundant beauty in natural, random phenomena.  Who needs fancy latte art when you can search for meaning in the flow of foam?  What do you see here?

While you ponder the abstract expressionism of this, also ponder if you should really be getting coffee in a paper or plastic cup (and plastic lid and paper sleeve) if you’re going to drink it in the shop?