Two or three times a week, I go out to the library and then have coffee in the local Dunkin Donus that sits on the street a mile or so from my home. I like to sit in the corner and read, drink my coffee and watch people go by. Occasionally a child will wander over and say hello (I must look non-threatening.)
The last three or four weeks I’ve seen a specific couple almost every visit. They usually sit in the same booth and they talk energetically, the woman smiling and knitting all the time.
Not surprisingly, that scene depresses me a little.
Sometimes I get a chocolate donut to pay life back for cheating me out of that kind of fun.