I had many discussions about creating media with my family this past week during my visit to the cold East Coast of the United States of America. What we always decided was to always go through the motions of creating and not to worry about what will come of it.
I had at least one coffee every day there. One cup was not from Starbucks. It might as well have been, except it was in downtown D.C. where we sat inside at a cramped table with a giant wall-window view of the street-corner intersection. We watched men and women walk by in P-coats as taxis almost hit them when they crossed the street so they flipped the taxis the bird.
I always take the lid off the to-go cup so the coffee has time to cool before it hits my lips. The froth was rippling on the surface of the drink more than I had ever noticed. Swirls of small paisley patterns whipped fountains of steam into the cool room temperature. When we left, the fahrenheit of the coffee was low enough that I was able to chug it down so we could enter the Ford Theater to watch "A Christmas Carol."