$3.00 for a small caramel macchiato, I am so poor at this moment that this is a lot of money. The warmth of the drink is so comforting almost welcoming as delightful as my husbands touch well maybe. I am sitting at a table for two, but alone. This is my reward.
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The patrons of the coffee shop consists of single patrons as myself, elderly couples, younger groups of two and three and two groups of six each discussing secret agendas. The shop walls are rustic yellow and the flooring is polished cement covered with swirls of yellow, gold and orange. Wooden black rounded tables with black rounded chairs fill the common area. I wonder if the circular patterns, around this shop, create the sense of community if so it is a success.
This is my reward. I have made a decision and stuck with it. I have accomplished two of my five goals. I let myself out of my solitude to join the community. I am enjoying the experience of my morning community.
The conversation at a dull roar is pleasant. I can count two elderly couples sitting drinking, eating and passing a few quiet words between them, most of their conversation in body language. There are some more dinners such as myself, sitting singularly. The two large groups are organized and banter softly amongst themselves. The roar comes from the younger adult groups of two and three that disperse between us. These groups are busily exchanging ideas, catching up on individual experiences. The roar is pleasant the human version of birds chirping.
I sit and enjoy the warmth of my caramel macchiato and the community I have chosen to participate. I am enjoying my reward.