The air is fresh

Yes.... the air is a bit crisper outside this week, which makes all living creatures shout, "Hallelujah!" And makes me skip like rocks on a pond or jump with a little jig. Oh how I love autumn and it's wooing ways. BUT the air always seems crisp in my favorite coffee/cookie spot, The Fresh Market.
There's something about it. I can't quite put my finger on it, but I think it has something to do with the free coffee samples. Nothing is free anymore. Nothing but coffee samples at your local organic grocery. It's like a little bit of heaven every time I step in. Since I can't really afford to buy my load of crops there, I choose to sample (several rounds of) coffee, and in order to justify my freeloading, my husband and I have resorted to cookie purchases. Yes, that is plural. They are sweet, sinful circles of satisfying scrumptiousness. Alliteration is the sparkle of the mundane.  We always get a least two each, and sometimes, if I wait long enough to make my decision the silent awkwardness pushes the bakery personnel to offer me a free sample, since I'm obviously struggling to decide. Its almost as fun as Disney World!