Meeting for Coffee…
If we were having coffee on this lovely Thursday evening, we would be sitting in a small café. My coffee would be black, with two lumps of sugar. I wonder what yours would be. We’d watch the evening traffic from the window, while the aroma of fresh bread being baked wafts into our table. We’d close our eyes; take in that scent, and smile, just as the aroma of coffee dances alongside.
You and I would talk about books; of those we bought recently, those that came to us as gifts, those we read and when we finished, left us a little broken. As we sip a bit of our coffee, we’d recollect the week gone by, the moments that made us happy. This week had highs too. We blogged through the week. One of my reviews featured in a literary journal. We’d tell each other about new friends that we made, old friends we reconnected with and those people who may have lost us as friends. Some old memories might come rushing back. You might tell me, “This too shall pass.”
Before we know it, those fifteen minutes we thought we’d spend would have become an hour. And as we stand outside the café, the sunset in the distance would turn the evening sky golden. We’d look at it and wonder if Friday would bring clouds, and with it, the rain we love. We’d say goodbye, if only for now, and leave in opposite directions, remembering the moments that just became memories. And with a heavy heart now lighter, we’d wait till we meet again, to talk of our lives that cross once in a while… at the café, with a table set with coffee, cake, books and much more.
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason,
11th August, 2017)