Coffee shop window

Today I was sitting in a coffee shop by the window, looking out into the street and at the ppl passing by. I was sipping my burning hot coffee (I never learn that I have to wait at least a few minutes before I give it a taste) and letting my mind go blank. It was wonderful. I haven't felt that peaceful in some time.

When doing nothing but watching ppl I often start making up stories about their lives, where they've been and where they're going. Not to mention what's going thru their minds. I try to read their facial expression. Some look stressed; some have a face of stone; others are smiling; and there are those whose expression is filled with disappointment and sadness. Smiles are contagious and I can't hold mine back and I don't want to either. But just as smiles make my heart all warm and relaxed, the sad faces hit me just as hard and it feels like a needle poking from the inside.

I can't help but wonder what I look like when I'm completely cooped up in my own thoughts dragging myself unnoticed from one street corner to the next. Do I wear my emotions on my sleeve? Is it possible to make out what's going thru my mind when I pass someone sitting by the window in a coffee shop looking at ppl like myself passing by? Sometimes I walk around feeling like I'm the only person in the world at the moment; completely tangled up in my own thoughts and daydreams. Thinking of it makes me smile. At those moments, the world turns slowly.

When I reached the bottom of the coffee mug I got dressed and went outside and walked home. I was smiling. And as I reached the cathedral with snow drizzled all over it, I stopped to look at it bathing in the sun. I was still smiling as I realized something: there are a lot of things in life I could wish for, but there are not a lot of things in life I need.

I'm happy.