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i moved where my heart had drifted off to long before. i live on a hill of hundred acres, where my dreams have merged with the view. it is quiet from machine noises yet loud with sounds of horses, dogs, cats chickens and ducks. nature is the true artist in resident and i am just her apprentice who often gets lost in her gaze. once and a while i travel back to cities and foreign places to put into photographs what i have learned, yet always, part of my heart is left on the hill..

Friday, October 10, 2008

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.

6 comments:

Claire said...

my favourite time of day...

corine said...

and the waistline, it's not just you. Blogging is the culprit; it makes people (me) fat for sure. (and pastries are and always will be innocent.)

muralimanohar said...

You paint the scene beautifully.

Passionate About Baking said...

Like a whiff of early morning air, Nadia...fresh & invigorating!

littlebyRD said...

I love the eraly mornings, before the world starts bustling about.

Christy said...

You are truly an artist in the way that you could capture such an ordinary moment and turn it into something exquisite!