Minutes crawling close to late lunch time.
Door opening, door closing.
I’m holding the cup close to my lips
Breaking the milky heart
Sip by sip
Until the foam is turned into a caramel color.
And I sit
And I write
Of you, you, you, of course.
The winter sunlight pierces through the window
Throwing long, diagonally shaped shadows on the opposite wall.
Twisting them, making everything bathe in the sepia filter
It’s almost too much to take in.
The smell of the freshly ground coffee beans
The casual “heys and byes,” blurring into a jazzy song in the background
And after all,
No matter what I wrote about you in my diary.
I feel my heart pounding
Cheeks warming and
the corners of my mouth slightly turning up.
I’m taking my gaze off the wall
and l look at the porcelain plate, the kind my grandma used to have in her house
Now empty, only crummies left around the edges.
And I realize I love every, single second of the now.
And when you feel that on a Monday afernoon
You know things aren’t too bad, after all.
Author: Sara Kärpänen
Editor: Catherine Monkman
Photo: Courtesy of the Author