A cup..

“Then at times, the wide open horizons unfolded in life once again. A sudden change, a little trip, a change of scenery, some mountains or lakes or open fields of beautiful scenery, some peaceful animals and rolling hills and fresh air.

It could be blended into the usual habits and rituals of daily life, peaceful hours of reading or staying in touch with old friends, easy chats or deep interesting talks with new people, a quiet walk in modest nature, or sipping the coffee carefully from a new cup in a new place, or the same one for a while, a cup you had gotten a bit familiar with over some days, or some months, or perhaps even one with strong emotions connected to it, from the person who gave it to you, the time you bought it, or some specific talks or moments which were still quietly and firmly a part of the cup – and subtly remembered or felt at times clearly, but mostly unconsciosly but slightly influencing the mood or the tenor of the feelings, silently infusing some tiny blobs of emotions, briefly felt but sometimes lingering for hours, adding some little color or aspect to the perception of the world, to how you see and feel the room around you, or how you experience the people and streets, the sounds, and your own thoughts.”



He finally got up from his chair, carefully put some bills under the coffee cup, and slowly walked towards the main entrance of the park. The afternoon was coming closer and he wanted to go home before the later part of the day started. The shadows were getting just a little bit longer, the sunlight a bit more warm and golden, and a wonderful peace was resting over the whole park. The barista smiled to him again, a little “Thank you”, and then “See you later”. He thanked, and waved, and kept on walking. Still not knowing that the big and life-changing moment that day, was about to arrive.