^{Cafe Terrace at night by Vincent van Gogh}

A blissful day

^@patjewell

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As the chairs are emptying up, the people in the streets are getting fewer and the silence of the night is getting thicker I can only sigh in relief. It was another blissful day.

I suppose it was not a joyous day for everybody. In particular for table three. I could not help to notice the tears of the young lady who took her seat at this table for a morning cup of coffee. Tears of joy it was not as the coffee was left untouched. Did a love one passed away or was she missing a young man serving duty for his country?

Then there was the blind man who was helped to pour the milk into his cup but left to battle spreading his croissant. I could see the look of frustration on his face. How I wish I could shout for someone to help him. To tell the world to look around them and not just to live in their own space.

And tonight, still no change. As the table was filled by a family of four I noticed the blue marks on the boy’s arm. Not a single word from him the whole night. Who was to blame? The bully by the school? His dad? Or did he simply fell from his bicycle? I am sure it is far deeper than the latter. Pity I couldn’t see the face of the mom but I got the feeling that she was trying to hide it. I might be wrong…

Table fourteen was the highlight of my day! It was a joyful table. Big smiles on the face of the man who had his morning breakfast. I could see the joy on his face when he walked through the door and smelled the aroma of the freshly brewed coffee. He was for sure a businessman as he turned to the business section of his newspaper straight away, reading while sipping on his coffee. Was he ready to close the business deal of his life or was he happy about the upward trend of the stock market the previous day?

Not to mention the couple who got engaged tonight. I must admit, I could not help to wonder for who the bunch of red roses was which was delivered earlier in the day. Will I ever forget the surprise on her face when the man went down on his knees? No, never.

Oh yah and then there was the grandfather and grandmother who spoke to their grandchildren, telling them that they had booked their flights for their dream visit. Kisses thrown over the phone will soon be kisses on faces!

For me, it was a blissful day and I cannot wait to close my doors, go to rest and start all over again in the morning.

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