She adjusted the two cups of coffee she held on the table, their handles facing away from one another in a nonchalant manner, with a spoon in one of the cups to stir the spoonful of sugar in each cup.
As she settled in her usual spot in her usual eating place, her vision wandered toward the lanes beyond the windows; toward the people walking by; toward the faint musings of Christmas music; toward the laughter of friends; toward the feet play of couples; toward the clatter of plates and forks; toward life and toward life's little and not-so-little happenings...
It was the end of November then, which was the start of her favorite season, the start of winter, the start of the holiday spirit, the start of family and friends gatherings, the start of finishing the year, the start of looking forward to the new year, the start of end to begin the beginning..
As she tucked her ochre colored scarf unconsciously, she sipped through one cup of her coffee. Winter was almost here, she was almost done. She picked up a strand of hair from her forehead and pushed it behind. She smiled at the thought of her tickets that awaited for her new adventure for the break. She sipped in more coffee with that smile. And then she sighed.
Her thoughts wandered back to where it was, sometimes noticing the details what it saw, sometimes not. She lifted the spoon from her first cup to stir sugar in the second cup. Coffee was a little cold. But it didn't matter. She had enough caffeine to get her through the day and the days beyond, until she took her flight!
As she began to leave, she adjusted the two cups of coffee as they were when she first arranged them.
