The single coffee cup made me sense my solitude even more. Everything around me faded into the background, much like I knew I had been doing. The cloud over my morning solace taunted me, trying to will me to tears. But I simply sat on that stool and waited for the rainbow.
Powerful and poignant, Sue.
I on the other hand love the quiet contemplation of eating alone. Most of my best thoughts arrive while silently sipping coffee.
I do love my solitude. Living alone is great for some…I am one of those some. 🙂
I can relate to the love of one’s own solitude, but the ending of this was as wonderful as it was elegant! Waiting for the rainbow–uplifting yet still melancholy! Great job!
Thanks very much, Tony. I really appreciate that.
Thank you. 🙂