When I’m quiet, that’s when the truth emerges.
A clear sky, the clouds like white fibers.
Underneath, a little gray house. The azaleas
red and bright pink.
~ John Donne, English poet
It wasn’t a clear sky last Sunday, but pewter skies with chill winds. I wore this outfit to my usual brunch date with my boyfriend. We had our breakfast and sit for hours at our favorite cafe. He read the Sunday paper, while I flipped the sale flyers. We talked about the headlines, we laughed at the comic strip jokes, we solved the crossword puzzles, we scanned which grocery store ads offer the best deal and the rest of the time there … just people watching.