Dear Diary,
The water was calm and the sky was cloudy, but the temperature was not cold. The air was a cool humid and I could taste it. I rested my elbows on the rough splinter laden railing and looked over the bay. I hadn’t noticed that there had been fog earlier, but if I strained my eyes I thought I could catch a glimpse of the final wisps rolling out to find the sea. My nose felt cold but the rest of me was comfortable in my gray, bulky sweater and worn blue jeans. My hair was down and stringy from the droplets of invisible moisture that hung in the air. The dampness clung stubbornly to me and to other surfaces within its’ reach. There was no breeze and the serene bay insisted that my spirit be calm. It beckoned to my mind to be still. I opened myself and accepted the tranquility. And I waited. Time stretched before me as well as behind me. I paused in the moment. The sun half heartedly tried to push its’ way through the mass of unyielding clouds, but soon tiredly abandoned the attempt. A lone gull screeched with purpose and my eyes unconsciously searched for the source without really seeing. I listened absently to the content whirr of a slowly progressing boat mingling with the quiet laughter and subdued voices of the passengers. And I waited. There was not boredom, only being. This stillness would be a memory soon piled under ever pressing everyday routines and other more dramatic life events that would require my attention. Or perhaps this moment would be lost and forgotten as though it had never existed at all.
A raindrop spattered upon my hand and I stared as it leisurely slid between my fingers and out of sight. I looked up and watched increasingly more intricate ripple patterns begin to form upon the bay.
I will continue my wait for you in the café. If I go now, I will not become too wet. I will enter into the enveloping aromas of coffee bean and sweet thick vanilla and content my being with a comforting cup of coffee and await your warm conversation.
Dear Diary .... by Kellianne Sweeney 
Comments on: "Just Waiting On A Friend" (13)
And God said I was there all the time so he walked with you to the cafe and enjoyed the aroma of walking with you from the bay to the bean he is there even in the inbetween. I find myself at a lost for words and the funny thing is its ok
Very touching, Ed.
It’s nearly 7:30 pm and I have to be up by 2:30 am and in the office early tomorow in order to conduct Safety Tailgate meetings for my 120 employees. My partner was transfered, so it’s all me. *sad face* And now that I have the smell of coffee in my nose and the sounds of Jagger and Richards in my head, I’ll probably get no sleep at all!! *laughs*
I’m kidding, of course! Believe me, when it’s time to sleep, I just crash!!
That was a very sweet post, Kellieanne. I like it. Thanks for sending me the link on Twitter. I have your post in my inbox somewhere but the concert my boys had at the high school yesterday really put me behind. My post this week is bittersweet, I’m afraid…
-Jimmy
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Hi Jimmy
By now your safety meeting is but a memory. On to the next thing! I didn’t realize that you are subscribed to my blog. I don’t mind hanging out in your inbox while you take care of more important things 🙂 Thanks for your comment. Hope the vicarious caffiene didn’t keep you awake. Jagger’s another story though!
Nice Post Kellianne! :)I can smell the aroma of peppermint mocha coffee♥
I can picture myself relaxing on the beach..deep blue water..waves..ships sailing by..low nice..relaxing..
~Rachel
Glad that I was able to pull you into the moment Rachel. A little infused peace in a day is always good. Thank you!
Living next to the Bay of Fundy, fog is a common occurrence. I’m also lucky to enjoy the various coffee’s by java moose (google them). Thank you for pulling me into a moment I have shared. I have seen the fog come in like small clouds until it blankets the horizon. I have also seen it approach like a curtain. Much like a thunderstorm or heavy rains during summer across a plain.
For now I thank the bay and the way it keeps temperatures a little warmer and in summer a little coooler.
Thanks
Brent
I am so glad that my words touched a real memory for you. That is very cool! Thank you for your thoughtful comment.
Methinks you are a romantic. This was a very nice read and I enjoyed the visuals.
You caught me! Yes, and a Daydream Believer too, but I suppose that is part of being a romantic. Makes life more interesting 🙂 Thank you so much for your kind comment.
It felt like I was there, so relaxing, we all need to escape from time to time. Shame it started to rain but all made better with that cup of coffee.
I am glad you felt like you were there because that was the point of this piece was to create enough senses detail to enable the reader to feel being there. Yay! Glad you got the peace out of it too. Thank you Debbie.
Very nice writing…