coffee no. 58

From time to time everybody has a Day of All Yearnings. The day when all the thoughts are going around the past. The day when, who knows why, we miss some places, people, lost objects, etcetera. More than before...

And from time to time everybody has a Day of All Images. The day when all the thoughts are going around the future. How would it be to sit in the cafe X, what does the air smell like there?
What would it be his first word if we met?
How would it be to write with the most expensive pen in the world?