Monday, March 19, 2012

Growing Wiser:


This afternoon, while lunching at Renzo's under the most fabulous rays of sun, I started to ponder my future. While sipping a piping-hot double-espresso, I noticed an older-aged man–perhaps in his mid-60s–laying back against a bench at the opposite side of the terrace I found myself perched upon. In this man's hand was a white wine, in mine, an espresso. It was mid-afternoon, and I couldn't help but think how similar yet different our lives could have been. Maybe this man was only visiting Amsterdam on a week-long holiday from somewhere far away; maybe he plopped down in Amsterdam for the day; or perhaps he lived around the corner, this white wine being his weekly Monday afternoon ritual. I imagine I will never know what brought this man to this tiny sun-soaked terrace in Amsterdam. But what I do know is that one day I too will have my afternoons free; free from work, free from troubles, free from cares. It will just be me, my white wine, and the other, basking under the warmth of the springtime sun. Spring, is nearly here...