Sunday, January 08, 2006
On a quiet, out-of-the-way corner sits a quaint little cafe. The sidewalks are dotted with small tables covered in lovely white linen, and a single red rose awaits a menu for two. Fragrant flowers spill from second-story window boxes and cascade in hues of gold and pumpkin over ceramic pots. It is a beautiful autumn evening and twilight beckons as lamp posts begin to flicker, stretching long shadows across the cobblestone streets. My bicycle leans against the doorframe, the perfect accent for this cozy evening respite. A fluffy white puppy peers out the window, awaiting his master's return with great love and anticipation. The smell of warm bread and delicious, heavenly pastries seeps into every nook, and soft music floats around the corner in utter enchantment.
Someone once called me a "Hopeful Romantic"...and I guess I am. This painting, a gift from my husband, hangs in our living room. But that moment, on a street-side cafe, hangs in my heart. I am where I am supposed to be at this point in my life, but somewhere on a quiet, out-of-the-way corner, my future awaits.