Buckeye Donuts

As I look out the window of Buckeye Donuts at High Street, I watch the campus slowly rise from its slumber.  To my left, a man in overalls sips a cup of coffee and prepares for the morning ahead.  We chat in Spanish over fresh donuts and fresher coffee.  Behind me, a woman snoozes, resting on the counter.  I prepare to work on a long paper for a class I'm taking this semester.  It is a beautiful morning in Columbus, and food is the catalyst the brings each of the different lives sitting around me together.