It’s an early Sunday morning at my favourite coffee shop.
I’m here to catch a few quiet moments and organize my thoughts for the week.
There’s something special about the Sunday morning mood here. It’s peaceful, reflective and a good place to be.
An older gentleman is sitting to my right. I walked past him earlier as I picked up my coffee. Caught his eye … smiled… got a small but hesitant smile in return.
Not sure how to describe him. Fragile maybe. Yes, fragile would be the right word.
I sit down at a table not far from him and go about my business. Reading… thinking… planning. And yet, every so often, his energy calls to me and I glance over at him.
He seems somewhat surreal sitting there – alone – as the crowd bustles by him, intent upon their own Sunday morning moment.
He watches them but they don’t see him.
And I begin to wonder…