I Will Take As Many Words As I Want To Write This Story

[b]-----Latte[/b][b]--- A Personal Blog[/b]




[c=#7700B2]We sat on the new rectangular short tables,

Bought for a store with cane chairs, also new.

Two wizened souls whose days of old shone like the sun above.

People stared.

Never cared.



He could weave a tale as easily as the spring sun could melt snow,

Pausing now and again to reflect ,perhaps on a secret

Known only to him and one best kept as such as his eyes glistened.

Patrons glared.

Never cared.



The Latte stood as much of a chance of staying hot as the cold brew

Had of staying cold. Nature weaving it spring magic so splendidly

Upon us as we told tales we had lovingly told before. The wind kissed us.

Smiles shared
.
Definitely cared.



A floral silk screened blouse and a pleated skirt, burgundy to match a mood.

A baseball cap and top button sport shirt. Relaxed moments at

Their best. He and her; seasoned warriors of a time long past.

Music blared.

Never cared.



Smiles abounded as the sun shone erasing the agony of winter as it warmed our hearts.

The same sun that could recall memories of a times long ago when the world

Was new and life was but an unwritten page; a blank easel waiting for it’s painter.

Youth laid bare.

Never cared.



We met as one and left the same,

Sharing sweet joys and devastating pain.

Memories, as a latte swirls,

For a well traveled man and this newfound girl.



A chance encounter?

A twist in time?

Never cared.

Fate is blind.[/c]


Elandra