Insideout With a Book

With the wonderful smell of incense and coffee while soothing music plays over the intercom people keeping pouring in. It is two in the afternoon on a Friday and clouds fill the sky with a nice breeze cooling the air. In side there is women gossiping and drinking various kinds of tea. Outside where I sit is nice and calm with birds also spectating the customers that sit on the patio.

The majority of the customers outside are older men caring on conversations while having some coffee and a good laugh. She stands out being the exception of the little old women sitting alone on the patio.

 As she sits with her book in one hand and a fork in the other she is enjoying the world of her book and the taste of the sandwich. She does not have much to say as she is constantly getting up and going inside, only to come out with something small every time.

She is peaceful as she shares her bread crumbs with the small observant birds. She looks up occasionally, seeming to be after every other page, at the elderly man sitting alone at the table across from her. They strike eye contact once and she puts her glasses down and goes back inside. This time she returns to her book and meal with a refill on her coffee in her green cup.

Engulfed in her book I believe the birds have received more of the sandwich than she has. She then realizes the food is gone and her cup is still half full.  She puts her glasses back in their case and goes inside once more this time to put her plate away. While I watched her put her things into her bag and sit to enjoy the rest of her coffee I envied her.  To watch her be in her own world with the book taking her there, with nothing more than a cup of coffee and a good meal she was in heaven.

She stayed at her table to finish her beverage and once it was gone she grabbed her bag took the cup inside and walked to her car with her book in her hand and a warming smile on her face.  Her day being as simple as it was had been a success.