An Ode to the Sun in the September Fray

Sun... It bounces on the leaves, rippling down their rustling surfaces and through the glass of the cafe windows, only to land on the warm, grooved wooden of the worn-down tables. Today, the cafe is bursting with voices, chatting, calling out drink orders, and squealing with children's delight. And still, it is a slower day here, as I can easily find a table where tables usually cannot be found.

I am pleasantly warmed, as I work my way through a crowded counter line. People meet my eyes with a sparkle and an offer of a little smile, before ending their gaze. Reminded by these gestures of olden days I somehow had lost- when people connected easily with each other without so much fear- now, so accustomed to seeing and feeling...both within and without of my own existence...

The autumn sun feels sharp now as reminders of its presence lively bounces upon shiny surfaces around the room, as though the sunlight itself has decided to dance its own waltz. Fear- that once shrouded my heart in my interactions melts away as though it was just a fog settling for only a moment on the morning dew. Sun- rustling through the children's hair in front of me, as they laugh and giggle in their varied play. I am lulled by their chirps and song, feeling as though I am home again, and all that has occurred has just been a dream in the realm of a strange kind of madness.

The musings of a Mariposa