Beautiful blue sky and fluffy clouds greet those out today as the long dark of winter finally relinquishes its hold on the land. Spring has sprung, snowdrops are in full bloom and the daffodils are ready to accompany them on the rich carpet of green.
There is a noticeable change in the air, people are smiling and those subtle almost imperceptible everyday signs of a new dawn can be seen at every turn. Thick winter coats have been swapped for hoodies and thin fleeces. The occasional hardy soul is out in just a tea shirt.
Inside, much is the same yet different. Parents with young child play hide and seek under the tables while more than half of the patrons, myself included, type away on laptops or other mobile devises.
Purple is definitely the colour of spring. So many people are wearing purple today; men, women, and children all in their deepest purple clothes. More purple floats by outside too. A purple T shirted man with tribal tattoos orders a cappuccino and looks taller than he is because of his very tight drainpipe jeans and thin waist. Some interesting jazz possibly Miles Davis scats in the background just as three groups of people walk in and clog up the aisle. It’s going to be busy for the next ten minutes and conch space is at a premium right now.
The student in front of me is lost in his book his coffee long since dead. There must have been an invisible busload dropped somewhere close because more and more people come in and fill up the place. I feel I may well be rumbled very soon someone else is bound to sit at this table and curiosity or just plain nosiness will alter them to what I am doing. I can but hope for a reprieve, there is so much going on right under my nose to write about!
Someone who I thought was a woman from the back turns out to be a man with an interesting curly hair style and very long side burns in a bright logoed fleece! My apologies, sir.
A couple enter, they are all gooey for each other, particularly the lady who is all over him like a rash. Must be a new thing, maybe even as new as last night, it has that ‘glow’ if you understand me. She never allows any space between them at all, even in the queue.
A couple to my left study passwords on their phone while their tablet is open ready for the data and soon it is entered and they are in.
My phone bleeps, my wife has finished early. It is time to be the chauffer again, so I shall sign off and leave all of these lovely purple people to their day.
Until next time from the coffee shop…