Lordy but it was good. Hot, salty, honest food. Food for a moody morning. Food for someone trying to figure a few things out. Food for the joy and effort it takes to live a human life with your eyes and heart reasonably open. (Most of the time.) I drew an enso circle in the dish with a piece of bread as I scooped up the last of the egg yolk. A simple, singular gesture of appreciation and plenty.When I was done, and because I sometimes can push things little, I had a piece of almond cake and a cup of coffee. People came and went, the sun beams, caught in the windows and skylight, shifted and glowed, the music changed into something quieter. I could feel the contentment resting on my shoulders like it was a warm wooly sweater on a chilly day.
When it was time to go, I sat there for a minute and quietly said thank you. Thank you for the fact that I had the mobility, the means, even the state of mind while in the middle of my muddle, to seek something that brings comfort and joy. Thank you that I had a little jingle in my pocket to purchase this bit of pleasure and the time to enjoy it. Thank you to the cooks and the pot washers and the really friendly woman at the counter who took my order. It's a small thing to have a lunch and it's an enormous thing, too.
Then I got up and left the cafe and walked out into the wild, blue-skied world a little heartier and happier, fortified by truth and beauty and a really good lunch. I was a changed woman.
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