Imagine it’s autumn, everything in golden-red-yellow-orange colours, the air is filled with the smell of the rain…
it’s evening, no, nearly night, and you’re walking in the street alone. everything is So quiet and beautiful, but its cold and you wouldnt mind having a cup of hot drink : > So you walk along the narrow street, the leaves shhh-ing ( : D the best “word” i could think of describing the noise the leaves are making when you walk over them) under your feet. and you see a small, wooden door, with 2 lamp posts on its right and left : > and a small text on it : “welcome home”, beautifully carved on it. You may think i’m going to describe someone’s house, and although when you walk through the door, you’ll have the feeling you’re HOME, you’re definitely NOT : > The door belongs to a cafe, hardly known by many people, but that has it’s own charm. The number of people sitting there is never more than 5, and it’s the most comfortable place in the whole world, nearly as comfortable, as your HOME. the ceiling is low, and and the light bulbs are glowing weekly above each table..you can hear sweet, low sounds of music.. the armchairs are filled with soft cushions..
so you sit in the corner, watch the rain outside, drink Hot tea with lemon and sink into the cushions, thoughts and memories…
