An old man sits, his snow white hair sticking out among the youthful heads scattered at tables around him. Just feet away from the cold abyss he sits, sipping his Panera coffee from an ugly orange cup.  He sits, supporting blue plaid pajama pants with a matching blue shirt adding a brown vest for warmth topped off with brown suede slippers giving the illusion of one who had merely just had awoken. Absorbed in his newspaper, he sits, enjoying the pleasant peace that had settled in to the atmosphere.