On a warm, winter afternoon, we sit alone but together outdoors at a neighborhood coffee shop. I watch the tiny bird as it watches me. We don't speak, yet we communicate. Our brown eyes hold a gaze as I lift pieces of scone to my mouth. I'm thinking about blackberry being my favorite when the bird seems to tell me, "It's MY favorite, too." We relax companionably as the rhythm of the city moves around us. Finally, it's time for me to go. "Goodbye," I whisper, leaving behind a tidy pile of flaky crumbs. In no rush, my new friend waits politely until I vacate the space.
small stone - Mindful Writing Challenge