a chilly day.
a grey, blank expanse out the window that speaks of cold and possible, occasional snow flurries.
bleakness, almost unrest outside.
but warm within.
warm colors, warm voices, warm laughter, warm food.
hustle and bustle, in-and-out, in-and-out.
the room speaks of connection, of companionship, of catching up.
all over trays of sweet pork salads and chicken burritos and cheese quesadillas, tossed together to perfection.
i take a drink of my lemonade, the ice cubes crunching satisfyingly together in my cup. the lemonade is perfectly cool, and oh-so-refreshing, as it runs smoothly down my throat.
it’s a good day. a day of friendship and camaraderie, of hard things coasting slowly to a halt.
i look out at the grey, blank sky, and breathe free.
this post was in response to the daily post weekly writing challenge! http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/01/20/weekly-writing-challenge-lunch-posts/