Waiting

She sits outside the bistro.  Packages lay on the ground, near her feet.  One hand resting on the napkin across her lap, the other holding the menu she reads, the menu she dreams.  A glass of water, fork and knife lay before her, waiting.  For her meal.  For her partner to join her.

She is thinking about her day, the visits in shops, looking for just the right top to go with that cute skirt she bought.  Scents of candles and perfumes wafting through the doors as she passed.  Welcomed into épiceries and boulangeries where temptations surrounded her, teasing her, cajoling her.

Now, she waits.  Delighting in the thoughts of the meal she will enjoy, enhanced by a glass of white wine, knowing it is too early in the season for this wine, but defiantly ordering it, hoping for warm weather to return.

Waiting.