when the sound you hear changes everything....

when you are woken by the sound of rain it is bittersweet. at first you listen to it as it hits different places of your home, your window your roof..and you love the sound. your eyes begin to open and the room is darker and you like it. you pull in your blanket closer to you and think maybe i will linger here a little longer. then you begin to think of your day at what you had planned for it and now that too must change. there will be no walk in the woods with a friend, no raking leaves in the garden...but perhaps you will stay nestled in comfy clothes and work on that project you have been putting of, perhaps you will make that recipe that you have been wanting to try...maybe you will make a pot of tea and curl up and watch the italian movie you ordered from netflixs...but then you think, maybe you won't change anything and you will put on your wellies, and rummage for a good raincoat, fill your thermos with something hot and go for a walk....just maybe you will do that...

air

i feel the cold. my hands begin to seek the comfort of my pocket and i move my head to the left to avoid the cold air that rushes
towards me. i hear the sound of the leaves on the ground as i walk over them..dried and frail are the twigs that have fallen in my path. my head now looks down enough to shield itself from this bitter wind, my hands hidden safely from the cold
i walk faster now towards home

early morning at the cafe

it is early morning and i park

my car in empty parking lot

and walk to the front door of the cafe

as i open the door i am greeted with

mozart that quickly changes to country?

I sit at the corner, get myself situated

plug my lap top, wish I hand a book instead

what i mean is i wish that it was back then

before all this

i walk to the counter and i am greeted by newlywed tiffany

she hands me a card with my name on it written with a sharpie pen

it is  thank you card with a gift inside. I order my soy extra ice mocha,

but she is quick and it is already made. I look at the case of morning pastries

then look away and before i can stop myself i say i will have

a pumpkin scone please, oh gosh i never order such a thing

and considering that my waist line has grown since i started blogging

i wonder now is that just me? i return back to the table

and now louis armstrong is playing and i start to remember my cafe

and how louis armstrong would play as i got everything ready for the first customer...

now people start to trickle in, i hear every voice clearly

I hear the noise their shoes make as they hit the tile

i look out the window as i sip my first sip, the sky is changing

it is a lovely pale blue with hints of gold

I am wondering about my day now, but quickly i say

to myself, be here in this moment don't rush morning

i love this time of day.

we all have love we all have pain

the smell in the kitchen

loved that we watched elegy in bed inthe middle of the afternoon

loved the smell of apple crisp baking in the oven

i love the spiral staircase that takes me to you

i loved the sun drenched walk in the city on saturday

i loved that i survived the dogs

i loved that he had a key and he did not hate me knocking at 6 am asking for it back

i loved that i survived you saying you did not want to be my friend

any more while you leaned on your pick up truck

i love that i would never do that to you

i love the smell of tomatoes, basil and garlic that travelled up the spiral staircase

i dropped the mirror and heard it crack, but i love that i did not get sad about it

loved even more when i uttered to myself "just try to give me seven years of bad luck"

i loved when i turned that song up really loud and danced in the kitchen

i loved all of it..well  almost!

opera

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