Sunday morning

Sitting in Old Town White Coffee on a Sunday morning, it started to rain. The pleasure of enjoying the moment, the presence.

Watching the rain... Watching the little boy cladded in white in the arms of his grandmother screaming excitedly and throwing his arms around... Watching the couple on the next table holding hands almost the whole time (chuckles), she's a young chick compared to him in middle aged and his grey hair... Watching the staff delivering the wrong coffee and then the wrong toast to the same table 3 metres away... The man in yellow Digi shirt with his laptop... The sound of the rain, pitter patters... The continuous drops of water that hits the ground on the tar roads, the puddle of water on the uneven grounds...

And blogging about them at the presence as it happens... priceless.

The rain stops. Of a sudden the sun took over, my left arm feels the heat. People are leaving the cafe and new ones coming.

Until the laptop battery went dead on me. Damn.