The steps led to a path
in which you must turn left or right.
Left or right.
Left or right?
Life is like that, isn’t it.
Left.
Brent
Left or right?
The steps led to a path
in which you must turn left or right.
Left or right.
Left or right?
Life is like that, isn’t it.
Left.
Brent
Sunday Morning in Santa Fe
Blue sky with whiffs of feather-like clouds.
Church bells ringing from the Cathedral Basilica of St. Francis of Assisi.
People milling about in the courtyard waiting for the doors to open and Sunday Mass to begin.
Parking attendants with hi-viz vests direct church-going families in their cars to empty parking spaces.
The crowd in the courtyard grows larger then moves inside.
The view from the hotel balcony is peaceful and solemn.
DBrent
Sunday Morning in Santa Fe
Blue sky with whiffs of feather-like clouds.
Church bells ringing from the Cathedral Basilica of St. Francis of Assisi.
People milling about in the courtyard waiting for the doors to open and Sunday Mass to begin.
Parking attendants with hi-viz vests direct church-going families in their cars to empty parking spaces.
The crowd in the courtyard grows larger then moves inside.
The view from the hotel balcony is peaceful and solemn.
DBrent
Conversations at a coffee shop
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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.
Brent