Every week, I meet with two friends at a local coffee shop.
Arriving early, and waiting patiently, I notice the conversations
taking place around me.
The table next to ours also has regulars, and their conversation
on this morning is of a political nature, likes and dislikes, who
is a “bumbling idiot” and who will lead the nation next.
In the corner, a young man sits by himself with his laptop
with ear buds plugged in. His fingers tap away on the keyboards.
Is he listening to music? A podcast? Taking notes?
A woman passes by with her coffee and a tray. She sits and waits,
and is soon joined by a man. They converse in low volume. Are they friends?
Co-workers? Spouses? Perhaps lovers meeting on the sly.
Conversations abound all around me until finally my friends arrive.
Handshakes start the gathering. A quick note of the weather,
and a new conversation begins filling the air with camaraderie and laughter.
I had not really planned to ride today. But looking at a sunny sky got the better of me, even if it was a cold 37 degrees. I can handle that for a little jaunt, just to say my first ride of the year is complete.
Is it that time already? Another year has passed, and another year older.
It must be an age thing that keeps one reflecting on what has been done or not done as we creep towards that final call.
One thing I did not do enough of in 2014 was photography. Will this be a resolution. No. I think not. It is a revival and change of direction from what I have been doing going back to what I used to do. Perhaps some documentary work. More writing. More audio production.