In my imagination there is a Cafe. I call it my Coffeehouse of Dreams. The atmosphere of the softly lit room is warm and inviting. You can smell the rich earthy aroma of freshly brewed coffee each time you walk through the door. There is the low hum of people speaking to one another. A quiet rattling of utensils on dishes as people eat morning or evening fare.

The Cafe always has just the right number of customers. A few are known by name, others are strangers. Some are couples. You can tell by the way they lean in towards each other when they speak …

 …occasionally holding hands across the table. He reaching across to wipe a strand of hair away from her face as they gazing into each others eyes while sipping their coffee. He takes for granted that he can touch her. She takes for granted that he does so. It is romantic and intimate.

The Cafe is a sensual place, made more so by the smells and sounds and  taste of things. An ambience of alluring flavors. The cafe is comfortable but with an edge of mystery to it, where a stranger might come into the coffeehouse at any time.

He might decided to sit down beside me where I usually sit. in one corner of the room, with my coffee and my book. The latest best seller or perhaps a beloved classic being read again for the hundredth time.

He’d approach my table and ask if he could join me. I’d look up from my book and with only a glance I’d decide that it was time for a new adventure in living. Something pleasurable, stimulating – life affirming!

“Yes,” I would respond.

As with the romantic couple I mentioned, the stranger’s eyes would hold mine in an embrace; a look that captures, making the universal connection, not of surrender (not yet). but of the beginnings of the dance of love. First, shy playfulness and masterful responses. My mind has raced ahead to the possibilities I read in his probing searching glance.

After all I am in my Coffeehouse of Dreams!

Thank you for your visit, I hope you enjoyed! Make today fun – both dreams and reality!

~ Penny