First snow, a coffee

[vlion]

The tenor's voice floats out over the crowd in the coffeeshop/pub, people chatting eagerly with their friends or reading their handheld widget. Laughter ripples between the voices. Behind the singer the streetlight glows whitely on the snow-covered trees and snowflakes sparkle and fall, ever so softly. The accordian gently pulses in time while the rhythmist shakes. Patty the owner wanders from patron to patron, ensuring all are happy. Her daughter - she has grown up in this business - helps out serving customers.

The lights are down a bit low and the noise is fully peaceable. It's a good place. It's the start of the Thanksgiving week. We've all come here for years; The aggressive drunks are not out tonight and the faces are familiar. Outside it is cold and the darkness looms behind the streetlights.

As much as any place is in this town, this is my home away from home.

Comments

[ghoti]

beautiful chunk of writing there :)

[vlion]

Thank you! It was a very good evening.