Prisoner of the fall

A small little town, quaint in fact, once she actually ventured in and took the time to look around; but still, it felt like a temporary stop on her way to nowhere. The trees bursting in full fall regalia, before the barren grey of winter sets in, and for this natural wonder in all its simplicity, she found herself grateful.

She turned the corner and the heavenly scent of fresh roasted beans filled her senses, lightened her mood; led her to café Edmond, the only one in town. She walked in and the aroma of fresh brew mingled with wood smoke from the fireplace momentarily warmed her soul. She was greeted with smiles and friendly nods as she made her way through to the counter, where she hesitantly ordered a quad-shot latte, relieved when the gentleman responded, “take a seat, we’ll have it right up.”

She went back outside and picked a table in the sun; the waiter arrived a few minutes later with a steaming ceramic mug. She put down her bag, took a soothing drink, pulled out her laptop and began to write…

~ by Jill on October 12, 2008.