The rich bold smell of coffee colours the air while the sounds of laughter and animated conversation swirl through the air currents. The atmosphere is relaxed and friendly. I have selected a corner table and positioned myself so I can watch the room.
The blinking light on my phone alerts me that you are running a couple minutes behind. No worries, this is wonderful opportunity to capture a few words on paper. I have been meaning to make a second attempt at this writing exercise from months ago when I took that Memoir Writing class. The instructions for the exercise were to pick an inanimate object and insert it into the sentence, “My life as a…”
I settle into writing, hoping for maybe 10 minutes: “My life as a window with raindrops on it.”
No two drops ever feel the same against my glass skin. They sprinkle some days, soft and warm; other days it is only a light misting. However, there are intermittent periods where the raindrops hammer the glass, angry and cold. Each drop makes its own mark of individuality that carves a path downward. On occasion two drops flow together to become one, a joining. In those moments my glass skin is alight with sunshine. The raindrops sparkle and dance like tiny crystals. I feel warm on those days, alive with an invisible smile.
A gust of cool air stirs the scent of coffee around the room, and a rustle of leaves marks time with the door as someone enters the coffee shop. Something refreshing travels on the cool airstream that steals in through the door, something unnameable but distinctly fall. I pause in my writing to savor it, and lift my coffee to my lips drawing a deep lungful of the pumpkin, cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves, vanilla, and expresso. As these lovely flavours begin to flow over my tongue I notice you over the rim of my cup, you are moving toward my table beverage in hand and loosening your scarf.
If we were having coffee I would share with you my excitement that the Blog Ahead challenge has started, and I would invite you to follow my progress. I will be posting weekly mini updates: https://writingiscommunication.wordpress.com/2016/08/27/blog-ahead-my-first-challenge/. This is just the beginning of the challenge and it feels intense already, I think that I have hit the ground running. Hopefully I can keep the pace.
One month of school is completed already, where did September go? Time to start thinking about Thanksgiving and Halloween, two of my favourite holidays. We are tossing around the idea of Thanksgiving camping this year and cooking the turkey in the deep fryer, but we will see. No idea about Halloween costumes as of yet, but I imagine that will need to be taken care of very quickly. I think I will just wear the same costume that I wore last year, but the boys need new ones.
I would also like to share my excitement with you about having a piece accepted by Mamalode for publication this month. I wrote a short piece for their monthly theme, this month is generation, and they liked it. This is only my second piece of freelance writing to get accepted and I feel very happy about it.
Now, before I turn the coffee beans over to you I have to share an Anne of Green Gables quote, “I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” – L.M. Montgomery
By Shari Marshall – 2016