While cold rain drizzled on Golden one Sunday morning, I was on a hunt for a heartwarming breakfast, but every café and bakery I stopped at was closed. When I found Higher Grounds, I instantly knew that this was exactly the cozy type of place that I was hoping to find. The walls were hand-painted a warm yellow texture, and the acoustic guitarist was strumming the type of music that made me want to sit down with a warm drink while my mind drifted into his melodies. Literally almost every seat in the dining area was taken, and some customers who walked in clearly made a last-minute decision to forgo sitting in an empty seat at a table of strangers and instead took their orders to go. The same thought crossed my mind while I stood in line to order and surveyed the room, but meeting strangers was the whole reason why I was in this town, so I was not going to pass over this almost forced opportunity to meet new people.
I ordered my standard hot chocolate and was delighted by the character exuding from the uncommonly shaped, hand painted mug that I was given. Looking around the room, I realized that everyone had a different shape and color of mug and that mine was actually one of the least conservative-looking ones.
The middle-aged couple I asked to sit with was very receptive to me joining them, but they were already engrossed in the conversation that I had interrupted, so I felt uncomfortable sitting with them while trying my best not to eavesdrop. Sitting only two feet away, I did overhear enough bits of the conversation to realize that this man and woman was not a husband and wife couple as I initially assumed. They were talking about students at the School of Mines, so I believe that they were both professors there. I then realized that Higher Grounds is probably the nearest coffee shop to their campus and was within a very easy walking distance. I looked more closely at some of the other patrons and realized that maybe half of them were students. What I wasn't sure of was why so many students and supposed faculty members were here on a Sunday morning. I can only imagine that morning and lunchtimes during the school week are even busier than this, except the inside of the café could not be any more packed full!
Within a few minutes, the high-top table next to us opened up and I politelythanked my table hosts and excused myself for the sake of their privacy.
From my new higher vantage point I was able to survey the room better. A couch along the front window looked like an inviting place to cozy up with my hot chocolate, but of course, the couch was full of people. That was ok, becuase directly across the room from me in an unobstructed view was the guitarist, who was really strumming along to songs that I didn't recognize . I wondered if he was just making up the melodies as they came to him. Made-up or not, the music was the perfect touch to help cover up the sounds of a busy cafe on a Sunday morning.
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