Visit 6-1

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Several days passed before I went back there again. It wasn’t that I got bored or that I wasn't interested, but rather I knew I shouldn’t go back, not for a while. I spent a lot of time thinking: about life, what I’m doing with it, what I’m not doing with it. The whole time, I couldn’t get the shop owner out of my mind. That comfort I got from him, I needed more. I know it sounds weird, but it could not be any truer. That kind of human interaction and understanding is rare, and it is something I don’t want to lose. He is a complete stranger to me, but that true human connection was there from the start. It was a feeling unlike any other, that kind of humanist magic that you find in certain people. The cold air, my visible breath, that certain kind of vulnerability. This side of human emotion is unexplainable. And being in that coffee shop brings out those feelings further, feelings that tend to go unnoticed or ignored. There is no other way to explain it other than human magic. I entered the shop, sat at the same round table I sat at last time, and asked for a cup of coffee.