Those Little Unassuming Moments

As he sat there, it was hard to find fault in anything.

The sky was bright blue - an endless sea stretching on forever. Not a cloud for miles to taint the view. The air was pure. Crisp from the winter winds that were sweeping through the city. His ears invited the sound of the river bubbling below. Absolutely soothing. In his hands the little expresso did its job. Keeping them warm. Its aroma wafting up to his nose, bringing a smile to his face. It was fresh. Hot. With just the right amount of sugar and cream. He knew it would taste divine. Looking down into the cup, it almost looked too perfect to disturb.

In front of him, people were just gliding by. Each in their own world. He saw individuals, chatting away on their phones. Looking down at their feet as they crossed the bridge, minding their own business, not interested in those around them. Couples walking hand in hand. Smiling and laughing together. The occasional family. A father carrying a little daughter on his shoulder or a mother pushing her new born in a stroller. Groups of tourists wandered by. Cameras hanging around their necks. Their eyes wide, searching for the perfect shot. School children giggled and ran through the crowds, dodging in and out, racing to the other end of the structure.

It seemed surreal. Everyone around him was adhering to some sort of schedule. They had places to go. People to see. But he just stood there, soaking it all in. Not a care in the world. No where specific that he needed to be. Operating on his own time, bound by nothing. And to his right was the reason for all of that. Standing just like he was, back pressed against the granite wall, surveying everything that was happening before her. It wasn't about the location. The environment. Or even the perfect little cup of expresso that was still radiating warmth into his hands. It was strictly about the company. How without any spoken words he felt like he was in a conversation. That a simple look or smile stole the breath that was in his lungs. Somehow she managed to make him feel embraced even if they were standing a few feet apart.

It was one of the few times he could remember being completely at ease. No sort of pressure weighing down upon him. His heart was light. Pushing against the inside of his chest - wanting to escape and float away. He wished that this moment would never end. He wanted to live within that little bubble forever. With the clear sky, pure air, delicious coffee, and perfect company.

He had gone on the search for something true and was almost there when he met you.