after a long nap

I awoke a day-and-a-half later, my vocal cords still slightly inflamed, feeling drowsy and quiet. There would be another trip to the dentist. On the way I would try the coffee place that had been recommended to me.

The sweet older man who owns and manages has traveled the world teaching others to select and brew coffee. And I could not--though I almost did--bring myself to add any sugar or cream. It seemed it would have been against nature. The first cup I would have from this man's shop, perfect before it touched the tongue. The first day I do not feel compelled in some direction, and can read my favorite collection of stories.

On the way home from the tooth-cleaning, I veer off the usual streets and come to a little shrine. Even the statues are feeling cold--it is so gray and wet today--and need to bundle themselves.

Last week while I was lost and wandering I happened across a Jazz Club that I have been searching for for weeks. Today, I cannot find it again. And there is a cemetery nearby I would like to see again. But for now it is time to eat. I will find things again. It is inevitable.