Researching hopes

    Seated here at Caribou Coffee. So few people inside.
All out enjoying the beauty of a warm day. I absorb
the silence for as long as I can. Holding tight upon
a hope.

    Ah reading, preparing for my morning meeting.
Ceased are the calm breathing moments I used to
enjoy at home. Tokens of a memory cast so long
ago.

   Savoring the message Jehovah is teaching me.
Absorbing the joy of finding areas I need to research.
Yes I do enjoy such activities as researching, statistics,
number crunching, debate and filing. Anyhow.

   The coffee draws me to take a sip. A long sigh
exhales. Entering my senses are the rich textures of
vanilla. My taste buds are entertained by dark,
blank chocolate with tiny burst of hazelnut. Softly
played undertones of soy smoothe over the heavy
flavors existing. Carried all slowly down my throat,
I reach for yet another sip.

   Mmm. Oh how the conversations pick up between
the employees. How their voices echo across the
room. Alerting my eyes to address their direction.
Glancing around then setting sights once more on the
last few paragraphs of my Watchtower.

    Absorbing the atmosphere and hoping that the
plans roaming in my head cease long enough for me
to enjoy myself in this brown leather chair.

    Ah how I hoped too hard and prayed too long,
perhaps, to see a dear friend. La. Opportunities,
possibilities I always seem to miss. Quite an
irritation. Perhaps one day a surprise will greet me
around the corner. Yet until then patience I must
carry.