we sit, with coffee steaming
gently before us, rugged up
tourists , waiting for the sun
to remember warmth.
our hands in pockets
but wanting to seek out each others, we constantly touch at present to reassure and bolster courage.
people walk briskly past us
a few nodding in half remembered acquaitance..
a lifetime ago, this was my
choice of abode, my seat of learning, and i reveled in the clear cold mornings, with the bite of wind and snow in the air.
now as we sit, hoping the bacon and eggs will arrive soon... i am thinking it was never this ****** cold before...