Vintage Blooky Married to Vintage BJ's blog: "Haiku's (and other wordy stuff)"

I was cut loose from purpose.

Riding the train to downtown Minneapolis, heading for...somewhere.  Snow was everywhere.

I got off and walked aimlessly until I found a little cafe in the mill district that doubled as an art gallery, or maybe it was the other way round.

I sat at the counter and ordered a Reuben sandwich, my first one ever.  It was particularly good, as was the coffee.

The waitress was to my eyes a personification of this city.  She was unpretentious, and her smile and humour was natural and geniune.

Some guy working out back shouted random delirious comments and the regulars laughed good clean and hearty laughs.

I watched the snow falling silenty outside, and wanted to stay there forever.  A peculiar sensation washed over me as I looked at the apartments for sale across the street, that everything was beautiful here.  That if I stayed long enough, my purpose would return and I could breath again.

I was awoken from my woolgathering by the waitress asking "You want some more coffee Honey?". In that moment I thought, I'll just stay here, I can just stay.  But I said no thanks and dropped ten bucks on the counter.  I put on my coat, and walked back into the city. 

Wandering aimlessly again through the crowds.  I heard people speaking of other things, or walking heads down towards some task.  They did not notice the majic.  I found the train station by chance, and boarded it for my return journey.  There was nothing else to do.  Just listen to the engine, and watch the snow.