When I look out the window onto unsuspecting pedestrians, their physical demeanor looking worn down and over worked. I can just feel their daily struggle to keep up with this ever fading world as I catch a glimpse of their faces. Downtrodden. Their walk, slumped over and heavy.
Around the cafe these days sights like this aren't uncommon. People lack inspiration and passion to live. The only thing keeping them going is the will to just survive. The lady bugs seem happier than the people coming in and out. They crawl around the window pane cheery, unaffected by the worlds political unrest, illnesses and depression that the average adult suffers.
Girl with the brunette hair. Fingers flying over the phone that must have cost an arm and a leg which seem so disposable to trend seeking young adults. The wind blows through her hair ever so slightly and the sun glistens on her face. She's beautiful. I can only steal short lived periods of admiration for fear I might scare her away.
Wearily she glances back and forth between her laptop and notepad. Her eyebrows furrowed and concentrated as she focuses on her lessons. Venti coffee, must've been a long day.
Its funny how several people can be in one room, but yet no one speaks. No acknowledgement of each others existence. Enthralled with themselves and the technology they hold so dear. So careful not to disturb one another or be disturbed themselves. An indignant huff of invasion if other wise done so.
I wish I had the descriptive ability to justly picture the beauty of the light shining through the cafe windows. I've seen such beauty in the writings of the talented.
I feel that there is so much more to achieve in creative... anything. I feel that I've been chosen to just be. No special talents or skill set. An empty human shaped canvas waiting for my colors to miraculously appear.
The chairs along the cobblestone walkway appear to be lonely. Only each other to talk to, the traffic and passer bys to watch.
There is something magical about a cool, overcast day in October. The public seems to sleep on days like these. Leaving the streets and sidewalks empty as homes become more and more bustling and chaotic. Like little boxes filled with bumble bees.
She packs up her things to leave. The phone call sounded urgent. As she feverishly closes her books and trots down the stairs, I am alone. I feel a sense of relief and sadness wash over me. Free to breath and look around as I please.
Inadvertently making eye contact with ones on the cobblestone walkway as they make their way into the coffee shop. I smile, they only look away, embarrassed. How dare I see them off guard. Never go against the grain, the social state of affairs, or status quo if you will.
I wonder if lady bugs have social rank amongst themselves or other buggy life.
The streets have become busier now. The cha-ching of the cash register down below suggests that business is booming. I believe it is now my turn to be in leaving. Saying goodbye to a most beloved place of rest and thought.
My path of the lady bug continues else where.