Kemah 小鎮咖啡館

Kemah Café

By the bay of Texas lies a small town called Kemah. The sea breeze lingers in the air, fishing boats drift in and out, and along the lively boardwalk, time itself seems to slow down. People stroll with easy smiles, as if life here has chosen a gentler rhythm.

What stays with me most is a little café by the water. Its wooden doors and windows carry the marks of time; stepping inside, the roasted aroma of coffee mingles with the briny scent of the sea. I take a deep breath, as though inhaling the very soul of the town.

From a seat by the window, I watch the yachts swaying in the distance, while children’s laughter rises and falls with the tide. The steam curls up from my cup, the sunlight glimmers on the surface of the coffee, and for a moment, peace takes root—a presence neither noisy nor lonely, simply breathing in tune with the sea.

Sometimes, a street musician wanders in, strumming softly in a corner. The melody floats like the breeze, blending with the bitter fragrance of coffee, becoming a tune unique to Kemah.

When I leave, the sunset has painted the sky in hues of gold and crimson. The café’s warm lights still glow, waiting quietly, like an old friend, for the next traveler to pause and rest.