Rainy Window

The warm air inside the cafe is a welcome hug after the chilly street. My fingers, still numb from the cold, are starting to thaw around this hot chocolate. It's funny, really, how a simple mug can feel like such a treasure. While I wait for my order, I've found a little corner by the window, and with this free Wi-Fi, I can send you this little piece of my thoughts.

Now, I'm just sitting here, a silent observer, peeking through the raindrops that are starting to paint streaks down the glass. The world outside is a blur of hurried footsteps and colorful umbrellas. People are rushing by, each with their own story unfolding, and I'm here, a quiet spectator, a temporary guest in their bustling lives. It's a strange and beautiful feeling, to watch it all happen without being a part of it right this moment. It makes me think about all the little moments that make up a day, even the ones that seem ordinary.

Stephie