Observations

The feel of the asphalt beneath my feet, combined with the chill of the morning air was exactly what I needed. My joints ached as they began to hit the pavement, slowly warming up in the early morning sun.

Just when I thought I'd finally overcome whatever mental wall it was that blocked me, I get stuck again. Maybe I should just scrap the entire altogether! Aargh!

My only dream, my only passion was to write and now when I finally can, I just can't… I physically cannot type a single letter!

Personally I always found that jogging helps to clear up my mind and just allows me think freely, sadly today this was so not going the way I planned. As I get older, note I say this at the ripe old age of 22, I find that well routine fits well with me. The jog had ended much faster than I had intended, but since I so desperately need some form of comfort I stopped of at this little café, aptly christened "The Little Café" as I do every other morning before I need to get ready for work. Note the routine… I really to need a life.

As I walked in the front doors I glanced around noticing the usual early morning customers, and greeted most; Peter who was always out walking his dog, both of them were reaching the twilight years of their lives. Peter was just a sweet old man, his wife had died years ago and he'd never remarried, and the company he kept went by the name of Denver, his brown Dashund who liked to think he was a Husky. Strange dog.

"A black tea and pain au chocolat?" asked Wendy the waitress.

"Wendy you are a lifesaver! If I ever finish this book you're getting 50% of the royalties!" I think I may have been a tad bit to exuberant but alas the woman's got a memory like a steel trap! But yet again as an aside, she knows this only because I order the same darn thing everyday.

The other inhabitants of the café included the older couple Mary and Roger sat in their little booth sipping their tea as they read the paper, they did this every morning. Both had retired 10 years ago from the Navy, and as they said, they were enjoying what little they had left of their lives.

Sometimes I wonder how is it that all the people I know are erm…well retired. Don't get me wrong the ancient ones are awesome, they just have so many interesting stories and so much experience… it makes me think that maybe I should go out and get some of that thing called a life…but I'm too chicken shit. Oh well, at least I could live vicariously through my writing, that's if I ever finish anything.

Grabbing the morning paper of the stand I headed of to a table facing the street, I liked to observe people. I was sort of the Richard Attenborough, not of the literary canon but definitely of this café!

As I attempted to absorb the current happenings of the world, a sparkle or a shine of some sort caught my eye, and naturally being attracted to sparkly things I looked up to find a bronze haired Greek god staring back at me. He quickly looked back down with what I would describe as a sheepish expression… sigh I'm awesome when I get all writer-y with my adjectives.

After waiting what I thought was a considerable length of time, I shot a quick long at the bronze haired stranger only to find his deep green eyes light up in shock as he tried to look nonchalant and glance around the rest of the diner, his connecting with mine only in passing. Hehee a really clever trick, one that I have used ever so often. The look that pretty much began and ended every other relationship I've had, a glance and it was all over.

As I ate my croissant and read the paper I tried to concentrate on the sole task of averting my eyes from the Greek god… sensing a losing battle I drained my tea and headed out the door, deciding on a stroll back to my apartment. I still had two hours before I had to head of to the dreaded office and face the even more dreaded students.

Instead of ruminating on scenarios for the book, my mind raced unwillingly ahead of me creating elaborate scenes in which a golden haired, green eyed Greek god sweeps me of my feet. Ending not just my writers block but also my infinitely long chapter titled "Single" in the really dull book of my life.

Tomorrow is a new day Bella so stop dreaming and get to work! Green pools of salty goodness… Dumbass. I hate my mind!