Sometimes I sit at a tea garden and watch the people at surrounding tables, those strolling by, hand in hand, often arm circling arm, babies in strollers, three generations of women laughing, their cay growing cold in their glasses as they tease the solo man with them about the dour expression on his face, smiles lighting up the air around their table, a stray dog lying belly up in the sun, feral cats slinking between the feet as they search for crumbs, their eyes studying the people at the tables, deciding who is the soft touch, who will drop a piece of cheese, a bit of bread, a slice of suçuk for an impromptu feast. There is a breeze from the sea and the sun warms the world and everywhere, for a moment in time, there is love and peace.
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Leonard Durso 
I like the world you describe.
Thanks, Michael. I do, too.
A beautiful explanation of a day I wish would never end. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you, Patricia. I also didn’t want it to end.
Indeed. ☺
Lovely
Thanks, Anna.
So lovely. I can see it and feel it and I would like to be there to enjoy it. Beautiful.
Thank you.
This is lovely, Leonard. You paint such a serene picture with your words. 🙂
Thank you.
One can learn a lot by while quietly sitting and watching people passing by.
Your words paint a lovely picture.
Thank you.
I love the delicate observation in these lines, Leonard.
Thank you, John. It’s from my reflections on living in Turkey.
Womderful expirencre of two diffrent cultre
Thank you.
Welcome again,dear.
That was lovely. I could see the imagery you projected so well. Thanks for visiting my book which is still a work in progress.
Micki
Thank you for reading mine.