Simple Pleasures

My Monday mornings isn’t always this relaxing and indulgent but today is different. I am waiting for the local mechanic to complete his mystical mechanical magic on my car. I have three hours of self-indulgent, responsibility free nothing ahead of me.

When entering the trendiest café in town I am hit with the glorious smell of freshly made coffee. The morning will soon begin with a blast to the senses. One muffin and two coffees later I feel content. I am now refreshed and awake and can begin my day. The regulars in the café are revitalized from the weekend and awake to all the possibilities that the week will bring. They are alive with the buzz of conversation and are soaking in the soothing sounds of Carla Bruni and Norah Jones. For those enjoying coffee and a small bite to eat, the morning is a slow relaxing introduction to the week where the only troubles are completing the crossword puzzle within The Age.
“How do you spell annihilate?”
Young mothers with their toddlers’ gossip about the events of the last week, exchange cooking tips and restaurant reviews and discuss the first steps of their children. For the young mothers this is the time where life is still slow and relaxed before it becomes a hectic race to keep up. In the corner a retired couple enjoy the fact that the life has slowed down and there is time to indulge in the simple pleasures. Everyone has someone and no one has a care in the world.

The irony of the whole situation is that while I write this description I am sitting alone with my computer and ignoring the atmosphere, the locals and the music. I think that it is time to close down word and live.
There is nothing better then a lazy Monday morning