The Day of Blessings
It was a windy day in late September with the first traces of autumn just beginning to pull the golden brown leaves from the aspens. As I sauntered towards the cafe I found myself thinking about the stark realities of life in this strange yet beautiful land. Passing a man who smelled of alcohol and piss, I tossed several coins into his box, which elicited a blessing, or possibly a curse, in a foreign tongue. The reek of diesel fuel and garlic hung heavy in the stagnant air as I passed a small meat market packed with boisterous women haggling over their idea of a fair price. Continuing on, I came upon a beautiful clearing. Between two apartment buildings, behind the twisted frames of playground equipment, laid a huge body of water. I knew not whether it was the sea, though it made no difference at the time. I inhaled deeply through my nose tracing the smells as well I could. A whiff of fouled sand came from the shoreline, where gulls wheeled and the sun baked the remains of a large fish. From the grassy hillside came the scent of 'green' alerting me that someone had just passed this way. And fainter still was the hint of the huge evergreen that leaned over the path some three hundred meters ahead. I took these things i
Suddenly I felt a light touch on my arm causing me to snap out of this useless scrutiny of my fellow diners. She glided past me, gently pushing the door open and held it while I sheepishly walk through. I hesitantly seated myself, trying to protect my khaki pants from the soiled vinyl seats. That meant I needed to appear inept, to a small degree, but not weak. Scrapping our chairs across the rough slate floor, I strode ahead to open the large double doors. n at a glance, barely noticing them for they were natural. The yellow aspen leaves lying near the edge of the walkway rustled slightly as the gentle wind lifted several strands of her dark hair. In fact, these children appear to be roughly the same age and. There was the hint of perfume in the air around her and the entire decor seemed beautified by her arrival. " She smiled, not a quick flash of her perfect teeth or a disguised pout, but a genuine smile; a smile that was as beautiful as it was innocent. While I waited, I watched the other patrons and learned what was considered 'proper'.
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