Day of mine
I was sitting in a coffee bar, drinking peppermint tea.
And I sat there, reading a book about Hidden History, some kind of stories untold of our world.
I could not stop reading, till I realized that my tea is long gone, and almost two hours passed.
Just like that.
I like the atmosphere of this place. A girl making coffee, selling it along with a smile on her face, which made you a bit more happy, so cheerful!
Three elderly gentlemen’s sitting on my right, next to the entrance. Despite their age, still so glorious and full of energy, talking and talking about days of their past.
Sitting next to them, I open my ears, not because I am too curious about their private life, but about the stories they are telling.
At the moment, when you close your eyes, to fully open your ears, you will hear what’s hidden between the words of the tale.
As I write my words, more people are coming in, turning this place a bit louder.
I don’t mind, and this really doesn’t happen often.
I like when it’s quiet, but today, today I am enjoying the sound of soul music, people talking, laughing, all this is so pure.
I will never be happier than I am now, more rich or more in love.
We all must understand that we should accept every simple second of our life; as it is.
Fear replaced with hope.
I have started from that day in a coffee bar, drinking much too sweet hot chocolate.
Day of mine originally posted at Nat Poems