Sunday Afternoon at the Coffee Shop

I came in to Cuppy's this afternoon to get a few things done in a nice, relaxing atmosphere.

The college guy sat at his table, doing his work. A young lady sat in the back corner, sipping her drink and reading her book. Matt worked the counter, and Amanda sold me my cupcake and coke. I sat down where I could find a plug for my laptop. Two high school girls came in, got their order and sat on one of the sofas near the front window. They leaned back and chatted about whatever came up as they shared their cheesecake. A couple fresh off their motorcycle came in for a break and sat at the table next to me. The man said something funny to the woman, and she threw her head back as she laughed.

Phyllis came in on her way home, we made dinner plans and she left, coca-cola in hand. Brittany came to work and Amanda went home. Couples and families came in, trading places with the few who left. Wayland Garrett came in and started playing his guitar, singing soft songs suitable for an easy Sunday afternoon. The sun descended below the pines, and gave up the amber glow that completed the scene.

This is the Sunday afternoon we refer to in our old age, when we reflect on the good days we had
here at the coffee shop, our cup in hand, and a troubadour in the corner.