I'm sitting at my favorite local coffee shop surrounded by college students and Gainesvilles finest dreamers. They all sit alone, or with an acquaintance, quiet or talkative, lonely or happily grouped, reading books, surfing the web, or smoking a cigarette subtly sipping their coffee every few minutes with darting eyes.
I look around and observe that I am the only one with a chocolate chip cookie- they're the best. I wish someone else would try one on a whim and become hooked like I did my first time.
Every time a new person walks up in search of outside seating (sitting inside is just stupid on such a rare, breezy, beautiful day here), I look up as if I'm waiting to see somebody. I feel anxious every time a different body comes into view of my peripheral vision.
Who or what am I waiting for?
I hope that it's not him. I hope I'm not sitting here waiting for the first person who brought me here to just randomly show up, alone, and maybe looking for me, too.
Things like that just don't happen, though in movies and books it's almost natural for such occurrences to magically enfold.
I'll say it again, like I have many times before, the feeling of hope New York brought me approximately a month ago leaving me naked of the phrase,
"these things just happen."
No, they don't.
At least they don't happen here, or happen to me.
It smells like fall is arriving in the air today, at last.
Please stay, and continue to enlighten and remind me that time is passing.
Life is going on.
