One by one, we started to sit around a rectangular wooden table.
Through a glass window the sun laid its lazy sun ray over the table.
A glass jar of ice water glistened with sparkling sunlight
One by one, dishes arrived on black ceramic plates.
Aroma of olive oil, plump cheese, and fresh tomato filled the table.
Steel knives and forks clicked and clacked
a silently appreciation of deliciousness filled the air.
Then a burst of laughter here,
and a flash of smile there,
and in harmony, we breathed together.
As the sun kissed the horizon,
we wiped our table, gave thanks,
and one by one left the table,
full in soul and belly.
Yes, the night is coming.
We may never go back to where we were.
We may not see each other again.
So while the sun glistened,
we rejoiced, embraced, and celebrated together.
As we said goodbyes,
as if we would meet tomorrow,
we knew this was a good story
to carry through the unknown.
3.22.2026










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