Elizabeth_r - Experiment 4 lyrics

As Spencer stepped outside of her apartment complex, she instantly felt comforted as she felt the California sun cascaded down her face. She took a deep breath while observing the familiar bustle of people walking in each and every direction at all of their differing speeds. Having a considerable amount of time to k** before she needed to head towards campus that day, Spencer gripped her backpack straps with both hands and headed towards downtown Berkeley. Being downtown never failed to boost her mood, and she figured she might as well reward herself now for conquering her upcoming cla**es. First on her list was Berkeley Espresso, a quaint coffee shop located on Shattuck Avenue. The temperature outside was comfortable, typical for the time of year, making her walk all the more enjoyable. She loved the feeling of being engulfed in people as she walked past rows of small, familiar shops. Each little store seemed so inviting and open, as could commonly be found in a downtown area. As she made her walk, she heard the sweet twang of an acoustic guitar accompanied by a man singing with a pa**ionate fervor. A man was set up outside the staircase leading down to the BART station, strumming his guitar with the case out in hopes of donations. Spencer dug out the spare change from her back pocket, earning a smile of gratitude from the man as she dropped it in. As with the entire Bay Area, hills were an accepted part of the residents' daily treks--and Berkeley was no exception. As Spencer eyed the approaching hill with weary, she pa**ed a flower vendor on the street, and just taking them all in instantly lifted her mood. If only she was not living on the budget of a college student; she settled instead for picking a few of the wild daisies that grew in patches in every open area of gra**. As she approached the coffee shop, she was greeted by name by the boy working behind the counter. “Can't ever get enough of us, huh?” he asked, a twinkle in his eye. Spencer laughed, “Unfortunately for my wallet, I don't think I'll ever get my fix.” The boy smiled at her as he made her regular order, Spencer was already pulling out the exact amount of money to cover it. “Have a good one, Spencer!” he said cheerfully as he took her money. “You too,” she said warmly as she made her way out. She decided to go to Half Price Books to see if they had added anything new to the poetry section since the last time she had visited. She sipped her coffee as she walked, dodging between people who must have been on their way to far more important places than she. Still, though everyone seemed busy, no one ever was rude to her in the quaint college town. Can't say the same for the other side of the Bay, her thought dripping with sarcasm.