Friday – 2:30pm:
Ben and I arrive at work. We step out of the car to be greeted by the sweet smell of… what? Something chocolaty for sure. Muffins? Brownies? Chocolates? Cookies?

We really have no idea what it is, but its different almost every day. Always sweet, but rarely the same. Our office exists in a region rife with warehouses and industrial buildings. There is a place that roasts coffee down the street, but the smells coming from there are inarguably the smoky sweet smell of roasting coffee.

One of these days, Ben and I will venture beyond the safety of our quiet office and explore this region for the source of that wonderful smell. And when we find it. We’ll march right in there and demand that they give us some of whatever the hell they are making.

I’ll keep you posted.