Pennington

I'm sitting in Pennington lounge in one of the comfy chairs adjacent to the windows. The sound of blenders and the busy chatter of baristas and patrons alike fill my ears. The smell of fresh ground coffee, sandwiches, and soup waft through the air .I'm sitting across from my classmates as they diligently type away at the iPads in front of them. The windows flood the room with gorgeous sunlight that dances off the black stone tile floors. As time passes the once chaotic Pennington lounge comes to a halt. The cafe closes down and the population on Pennington thins out. The lounge now stands in juxtaposition with the chaotic construction site to my left. Heaps of ruble are pulled from the earth are and thrust into the air. Large vehicles pound, crush, and pulverize anything in their way. Pavement is laid down order is given to the once chaotic scene. Beauty, form and symmetry are given   The outside world that on lacked those things.