inside out at cafe ladro
|Something someone said last
night really stuck with me: How much longer
can people go on just staring at rectangles?
Oh my god, I thought, that is me! How'd I get
sucked into the machine? Little kitty never saw
the vacuum cleaner coming.
The snow was cold and felt like reality. The way
it transformed everything reminded me that
change can be instant and rekindled the itch to
travel. What does happen to a dream deferred? In
between festering and exploding, there is filing
away, the unchecked item on the to-do list: live
But for the time being there was no place better
than sitting at a cafe table with friends while
a smiling sun melted snow to drips and the roads
were kind of quiet, a friday morning snow day in
seattle. i wonder what others were thinking,
shaken from routines, standing at their windows.