Adelaide B. Shaw

Regulars

At the local Starbucks we meet. The same customers, not every visit, but often. A smile, a wave. “Hello. Hot enough for you? Cold enough?” Small chit-chat. “Live nearby? Have a nice holiday? See you next time.” Ed, Susan, Jim. First names only. Neither friends nor acquaintances, even. Yet…a contact, a welcome, a recognition, a belonging...

unknown wildflowers
blending
into a bouquet