A Tea Fantasy Moment

On a week such as this, I give myself a moment or two to indulge in a brief fantasy. One that involves sitting at a little French table outside a little French sidewalk cafe, drinking a hot, French cup of tea. I watch the people walking by, the worker bees marching quickly to work, parents patiently guiding their dawdling little ones along to school, old men strolling along to their bar of choice, "comme d'habitude," some with little dogs, some without.

And there I sit, soaking it all in, luxuriating in the moment. Away from meetings, away from responsibility, away...

Just me and tea.