Brewing Love

I believe in love.

I come across as ice. I’m a slushie or a snow cone about to melt.  I saw this woman at the coffee place and noticed her staring at her phone. Who nowadays is not on their phone? Noticing she was skyping though, I’d guess with her partner and looking happy. All the emotions were on her face. I popped my head into view and said, “Hi!,” very enthusiastically (gosh I’m friendly.) The strange woman smiled, and then overhearing her, she was speaking in another language! She motioned to me for my friendly gesture again as if the man missed it, faced her phone to me and so I smiled, waving again, “Hello!”

I was there that morning to meet an old classmate from college. Waiting for my morning adult conversation with this funny girl that I knew from studying years ago. I got in line to order my new favorite, Thin Mint! My friend showed up and we talked nonstop for about two hours. Family, kids, love, life and our futures. The day was grayish. A raindrop here and there. Spring wanting to bloom her flowers. Getting showered that they’ve been stretching for. Yesterday was a damn touch of snow AGAIN! They must be so confused with the on and offs of cold weather.

Back to the woman, I noticed with her foreign tongue… she had moved to the front of the coffee shop. She took the full window view of the street with her Skype conversation, leaning against her hand as she admired her guy. The place was packed. The line, several persons long, noise is loud, and my selective hearing heard him. The man she loved… He was singing to her! Agh, I’m a sucker for a man who sings. It was as if I was watching a movie. My eyes reacted. I could read that she missed him. It was the most beautiful scene. It was as if I was watching a scene from Eat, Pray, Love. (I am Julia Roberts in that movie) Ever read words and they just make you cry? I couldn’t understand their language, but I could understand their love.

Amy Scott

Born in Atlantic City NJ, and raised in NEPA. Forever a lover of sand and ocean, but would escape to the woods and a cabin. Fan of traveling, small coffee shops, real feels and deep conversations. A girl that will throw the car in reverse to photograph something that catches her eye. Continuing to find herself even at 40. Amy holds the first four year college degree in her family history. A mother of two daughters who come first. Photographer of family and abstract. Writer of life pieces and poetry. Passionate in inspiring others to always find the positive.

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