not a magic moment

I'm sitting in the bookstore, right this very moment, and I wish more than anything that time would stop.

There is no magic here though, no romantic gesture that I wish to savor. There is just a sort of harmony here with the cafe, noise but still quiet, natural and artificial lights, comfort and utility. No one here wants anything from me.

My world stopped at the door and here I have found peace.

The beating of my heart slows and the traffic in my head disappears. The constant chiming of deadlines and promises are silenced.

I can simply sit and be.