Taking internal snap shots all the time, this time at a particular corner cafe which is also everywhere…

I take pictures in my head all the time. I’ll see an elderly couple eating salad on a terrace on a corner cafe, by a park filled with children, and I’ll see their moment a hundred times as universal. Often i just have to stop and photo it, but usually i just do it my head. Just noticing things with Him.
The woman who no longer feels beautiful letting down her hair, as she used to when young. Letting her know she is still beautiful, maybe in my eyes even more so, as she is relaxed now in her own being. Dark eyes, dark hair, ancient peru i think somewhere in her background. Then the Jewish lady beside her, perhaps some czech heritage, eats no nonsense and stares out the window across the park towards her dog which someone is playing with so she can eat in Peace. The daughter with her father. The two don’t talk much, but have been across this table for many years, at the end he hugs her. She follows him out, when he is finished. The little gestures tell at least a 30 year story. The tall fellow, dutch i think; certainly northern european vibe, feels a little awkward in his body, but is really strong and striking and interested in the beautiful Jewish woman who sits by herself and owns at least two businesses in the neighborhood, judging from her stack of papers and eyes. And I and my gazing self with my funny yellow shoes and clown socks, talk to the old and young alike, and I am as welcomed into today’s drama at this particular corner cafe, as anyone.