There’s something about sitting for breakfast in an unpretentious diner, with reasonable prices while the owner, whose English is passable, but not great, leans on the counter next to a mug to which is tied a half-deflated foil balloon that says “You’re the Best”, chatting with a customer.
Sitting at the counter on the other side of that casual chat, is a well-known celeb to whom the owner is explaining the absence of the diner’s one and only server due to her securing a full time job. They also talk about the owner’s daughter who’s graduating college, but doesn’t want to move.
Outside the city has finally awakened from winter, though it’s not quite warm enough to be summer. Runners, bicyclists, pedestrians, cars – all pass by, reminding me that winter here is more like a hibernation and the urban energy has finally made a shift.
