Jukebox: Love Love Love - Kiwi
He arrives all by himself on a Friday afternoon to enjoy the sunset at the coffeeshop by the cliffs. He orders a tall iced coffee and pastry of some sort. The barista takes time to round his way from behind the counter to set up the table for the man. Newspaper-- check, Napkin--check, and it begins. With arms thinner then a child's forarm, ossified not due to age but possibly disuse... the man caresses the pastry with both hands and ever so slowly lifts it up to his lips. Each motion arduously timed, each movement exhibited as if the air was made of viscous substance.
As he savors his first bite I notice a faint smile. Perhaps the pastry was especially delectable this afternoon.. but I think he simply found happiness in completing the task all by himself. How many of us take time each day to appreciate things we are born with .... not just things we obtain?
Either way, as I sit here with the affectionate sun rays melting on my knees, I feel peacefully content. Not necessarily due to accomplishments... because heck, I have a freaking long to do list waiting for me to check off. But yet, I'm breathing, warm, and safe ..... best of all, I still have 2 hours and 11 minutes left on my laptop battery