It is early on a Sunday morning, the end of the Thanksgiving
weekend. Back to work tomorrow, rising in the wee hours of the morning, leaving
home while it is still dark. But today I
am in my usual seat, in the café, coffee before me. The café is empty and quiet just minutes
after opening. I am preparing, in my
booth, to enter my own little world.
These café days fly by, while I while away in my private world, not
noticing most of the comings and goings.
Events external of my private world do not exist, for a little
while. And it is most peaceful, as I
allow my muse to consume all thought.
Frequently this early hour is spent consumed in whatever
song I woke up with. I wake up with a
song in my head…almost every morning.
Toughest are the days I must go to the job, because there is no time to
find the song, whether owned or searched on the internet…. So I am stuck,
either having to try to forget the music, or to find something else to listen
to. Later my music for the day is
changeable, depending on what cds I have brought with me, or what someone else
brings,… or a Beatles cd in a Nirvana case –irony, as the Beatles are a kind of
nirvana….
Slowly the café grows busier. A few regulars have wandered
in as I slip away. I make my escape in
the private world of my own making…..
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