present

I sat quite alone. A comfy chair bore me as its twin stared on; directly across the little table; empty. Deep breaths: the air-conditioned scent of coffee going on about. Music chattered along with the two girls seated a ways off. People pended, and others gathered private thoughts of their own. And I sat quite alone.

My Bible opened and presently laid on the little square before me. Lines were read, mental notes taken, and the thought entered that I—with half drunken espresso, brief journal entry, and an immediate sense of loneliness—was accompanied.

I made nonchalant glances at the chair opposite, then thoughtful perusals of the others in the room. My thoughts extended towards this idea. Having felt merely left here, a subtle comfort grew. My company sat there: enjoying, with me, the warm radiance of sun through glass and perhaps supping Their own preferred drink. I lounged back in my chair to sit and be. Their presence merely encouraged my silence. I absorbed it with the friendship dwelling near again. And I took another swig of my peppermint mocha.