Today I sit with my iPad and listen to the warm sounds of a blues singer coming from hidden speakers at a local coffee shop. The smooth vocals are reminiscent of Billy Holiday or a young Ella Fitzgerald. I'm fascinated and really close to getting out of my chair to actually see who it is. But that's no fun. I would rather wait – listen some more and see if I can predict who it is.
This is a pretty dead place. I was the only one of two people in this rather large coffee shop for more than thirty minutes. But as they trickle in – little by little, usually by ones and twos – it has been fun to sit at my post and observe them ordering their coffee and occasionally looking up at an amusing remark from the baristas who see and hear everything.
Those that choose to stay and enjoy their coffee are at tables for one – like me – headphones on and completely absorbed in writing or texting their unknown script – meant for them alone. And although I have no headphones on (it does no good when the overhead music is so loud) I understand the hiding away – the seclusion – the privacy and the feeling comfortable in my own company.
It is a reprieve away from a busy schedule. It is a must needed drawing away. It is a change of scenery, with no expectations – no conversation and nothing to do. It is time to breathe. Time to relax. Take a deep breath. Try to listen better and figure out just who is singing!
It is an unplanned unproductive couple of hours. And I will do it again – really soon.