This morning I hastened to leave Anya's as I picked up my bag that I'd left there the night before. While I love her company, and her sun soaked apartment with potatoes boiling on the stove, and gossip girl playing in the background, I still yearned to be somewhere... dining by myself.
Ten minutes later, in a wooded restaurant around the corner, I sit at the bar awash with Miles Davis. A lady beside me spreads her paper and ordered eggs, a lady behind me takes out her novel and sips her coffee. Brunch for one all round please.
Outside the crisp cool air reminds me of those sunny but cold Toowoomba days. My coat is on the back of my chair, my scarf still around my neck. I feel very lucky. The change of season can only truly be embraced once you stop and observe it - preferably quietly, over a cup of tea and a plate of eggs benedict.
Photo credit: My Cup of Tea
There are no words Ally - no words. You have described one of my favourite kinds of mornings.
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ReplyDeleteI read this and it reminded me of yesterday. I found myself a bit lost but with heaps of reading I wanted to do. Only reading on my couch for the whole afternoon on a Sunday didn't take my fancy, so I popped down to a cafe on the water and read my book all afternoon while periodically ordering coffee's, roast vege salad's and naughty desserts. I left a little wind blown, a bit sunburnt but very happy.
It appears we are still in sync.
xx