Three together this morning as I sit at a foreign coffee shop enjoying the conversations sparking up around me.
It seems the two ladies wearing their colorful, flowery, getups are actually bike-bound and possibly homeless. But, they seem cute, compatible to each other and sorted. They've sorted out a life that seems to actually work for them.
Their daily routine includes exercise, nutrition, conversation, relaxations. Together, they find activities that would brighten anybody day.
The gentleman to my left is brandishing a bold, blue and gold tee that makes you want to ask where the Bike Shop he's promoting actually trades their goods. He's not the kind of guy lending attention to anybody. He's got bigger problems on his mind. He's not a thinker, he's a doer.
Doers do. And thinkers think. Well, a man will have fewer problems after just thinking about that lawyer's wife than one will have if he does something about it.
Thinkers think. And doers do.
The sun is rising behind me. The shadows jockeying for position on the chair.
Bangity bang on the keyboard. The screen shakes and reflects a shimmering image. I'm alive. In control. The simple act of spilling out my bag of words makes me feel some control. Strange.