I sat at the table in the cafe..
Surrounded by youthful sinews and muscled limbs….I remember when I too was one of them. Now I inhabit an older frame of bone, sinew and muscle..
The daylight is sprayed across the room…coffee meets splendid lips, sculptured by an Ancient Greek and Roman artisans..
I weep not for times past but inhale the beauty of the day and the people who fill it..