At the door of a small cafe on the edge of the city park I see an invitation "think of something good - drink coffee." Written in chalk on a chalkboard. Obviously, the announcement of the invitation changes daily here.
"What's interesting here?" - I think, going into this small cafe. In theory, cafes are just a place where you can drink coffee and have a bite to eat, but the strange thing, I tell you, they are all different, with their own little history.
"Cafe Park" is a small cafe with two tables, although you can sit by the window.
The day was spring, but cold. My friend was late for our meeting in the park. So I ended up in this place. I needed to warm up a bit and spend the next half an hour somewhere.
I place an order and look with my eyes for a place where I can comfortably accommodate.
I see a rose on one of the tables. Lonely flower. And now the story is ready: for sure, a meeting was supposed to happen here, but ... alas ... the flower left by someone was sad all alone.
I sat almost at the door so as not to miss the appearance of my friend. This is the special charm of this cafe. You see the city and passers-by, but no one sees you. You are like a quiet observer and contemplator. This is a very comfortable waiting area.
It's nice when the feeling of joy from the meeting is warmed up by coffee. I'm definitely on that wave. The intimacy of this room only enhances my mood.
Today I am in unison with the invitation of this cafe: I think about good things and drink coffee. And the rose on the next table is just an excuse to be sad for a minute, because different things happen in our lives.
But that's what makes our life so beautiful. Be aware in every moment of your life, love and be loved!