"A Day Like Today"

Written in a local coffee shop, observing people.

     She stood behind the coffee bar, taking orders with an air of boredom and indifference. He paced around the outside seating area, smiling widely and talking loudly into his phone. They sat at the small table, giving their new puppy a small bowl of water the nice man inside had given them at no charge. And the writer, ever watching and ready, surveyed them all. He had long suspected that his life was always intended to be about other people, and today he was sure.

     This brought him no end of comfort, and a fount of joy in his heart. It flowed through his chest, down his arm and out his pen. He found gems and stones, gold and coal in their conversations, body language and eye contact. He recorded and added flair to the lives of these people around him, sure that he would never know them, probably never see them again. Eventually as his coffee ran low and the people came and went, he reflected on himself. He had found a purpose in his words, a life long love affair even. Sometimes he forgot himself, but when he remembered, he had days like today.

Reviews

[Hedra Helix]

people watching is a fabulous sport indeed, its sometimes easier to see our days through the net of others, to see the facets of our humanness that have elapsed or are yet to come.

sweet;)

[kimberly]

i like it. especially "he had always suspected his life was intended to be about other people"

[Bonnie]

Nicely done.

I can relate to the concept of watching people and gathering gems from people's conversations and gestures.

I can also relate to then reflecting back on oneself.

Touching short story.

[Beth]

I'd like to see the 'gems and stones, gold and coal' you found today.

nice reflective piece.