An elderly lady shuffles into the café and places a cushion on a hard wood chair. With a steady pace, deliberate as a trail of marching ants, she fetches the day’s paper on her next outing and arranges it before trudging to the counter.
Time has settled into her bones. The weight of the life she pulls behind slows her down. On her last trip, she carefully lowers a small cup to the round table. Finally, she sits and reads. She may go quietly into the night after all, but not without knowing what she’s leaving behind, and not before enjoying one last espresso.
How great to “see” you! I was wondering! I like the story – I think that’ll be me one day, if I live that long, of course! Have a Merry Christmas time!
Thanks for checking in and have a wonderful Christmas as well! I’m trying to get back to a regular schedule of posts, even if they’re short. So much to do…