A slow cup of coffee

Yesterday evening, I had a slow cup of coffee. Not because I was thirsty, not because I was too tired and needed some caffeine in the system, not because I had company, but because I wanted to have a cup of coffee. I had lost my specs the previous day, again (the second again, to be precise), a conversation which somehow missed the usual flow had been abruptly cut off a half hour prior, I had attempted (unsuccessfully, of course) to meet up with a couple of long-lost friends… so when I felt I needed a cup of coffee, I permitted myself the luxury of it. 

Amidst the crowd of college students and families endlessly chatting away, I silently sat with a small cup of coffee. And it felt good. It felt good to be alone with just me for company. No anxiety kicking in, my hands not searching for the phone or my eyes hovering over the watch, not bothered about ‘what-will-people-think’. 

It felt good. I enjoyed my company.

© mar:ter