Today, I waited for Jaygee at Barista, Bandstand. From my table, I could see a precise, sharp cut-out of grey-blue cloud against which the skyline seemed etched, as if with a fountain pen. A frolicking mass of waves jumped around. Several couples held hands and scampered towards the rocks.
There was wispy drizzle and a cool wind.
A stranger, next to my table, sipped his latte while scribbling in a bright orange notebook.
For no reason, other than probably to share sudden wee good fortune in a large, large city, he looked my way and said, ‘It’s beautiful today.’
‘Yes’, I replied.
He went back to writing. I went back to waiting.