Headlands Coffee House: A Narrative Analysis

The short man raced across the street barely avoiding traffic as he rushed to get to the grocery store before it closed.
The tribe knelt in a trance around the fire listening to the beat of the ceremonial drums.
Headlands Coffeehouse was packed full of people trying to listen to the band above the buzz of conversation that filled the room.
The lone hiker collapsed on to the grass of the pristine mountain meadow as the birds sang around him.
When the girl stepped thru the doors she inhaled the aromas wafting from the kitchen, she could not wait to dig in to a plate of her mom's lasagna.

This quote discusses the the immortality of thoughts and ideas. Unlike most tangible objects in our world, which will slowly degrade over time, people's