Today,
Outside the large bay windows I’m looking through, I can see the streets of Boston, fringed with slushy snow and marked with sweater-clad people walking without a sideways glance at anyone else. The sky is clouded over, white and gray clouds casting a chilly breeze over the city. The scene is cast in dull, neutral colors, people’s scarves and gloves brown, dark purple and black.
A delicious aroma of peppermint hot cocoa wafts from a maroon and orange coffee mug, gently curved to fit my hands. Warmth seeps from the ceramic and flows from the top of the chocolate drink. I lean back in my chair, a part of a quaint set that matches the little round table in front of me. Ambient conversation washes over the senses- background noise in a downtown cafe. The atmosphere is warm and touched with the scent of fresh pastries, coffee, and other hot drinks. A long glass counter displays goodies glazed, sprinkled and powdered, behind it hangs a chalkboard showing the daily specials in curving font.
Daily life continues, each entity passing by the other quietly, while a silent observer pauses to soak it all in.
