An early morning breakfast at Peace Cafe, with a view of the gigantic mountains in the West. True to its name, the silence inside the cafe was overwhelming. There is such a sense of peace inside the cafe that not soaking in the peace and quiet of the place would be a crime.
I looked up at the moon. The tables where we sat were wetted by the moistures in the cold breeze at the terrace restaurant, and dimly lit by lights of various colors and hues. By the time we called it a day, the moon was nowhere near where it was when we came. It was time to leave.
Now, I remember (when I look back)....
The ride down the bumpy road in the middle of the night. The breeze was chillingly cold. The fun was huge.
The innocent pretty faces of the kids at the children village. For a moment they stole my heart (if I ever had one).
The walk down the road. Alone. Early in the morning.
Each night spent there. Colder by her absence, warmer by her thoughts.
The faces I still remember. From the streets to the offices. Some names I forgot.
The way back. The look back for one last time as the lights faded into the far distance.
No comments:
Post a Comment