My Café Diaries

                 

It's a cold, foggy day with some sun; that would be the weather outside. 

I am inside my lovely café, in my hometown, holding on to my loneliness while sipping coffee and just fantastic French music. In a virtual way, I connect with the world through my laptop; inspiration comes from every detail around me. 

 In front of me, a girl diligently studies at her PC, and two girls bring colorful crochet designs to life.

 Their smiles feel like a welcoming invitation. I admire how artistic they are, crafting something special with their hands. 

I think about asking them the price of their piece but stand still, reflecting on my own journey of living with purpose without a job, husband, or kids. 

 In the midst of my observations, two girls share a laugh over their friend's relationship; their voices carry above the gentle melodies by Charles Aznavour playing in the background. 

I turn around to look at all the lively tables, while servers busily take orders and attend to customers, at the same time that the trees gently sway outside under the dancing sun.

 The red canapé is a comfortable place to withdraw to, and outside, others drink their coffee and eat crêpes au chocolat, perhaps, like me, running from their own difficulties. 

 This café is my haven, the place where I flee from the monotony of home and my mother's kitchen. It's a place of reflection, where I come to sort out my loneliness, wondering what I'm running from and what my path will be....