When the soul wants, the soul waits

I am walking down the street one Friday afternoon to catch a bus, with people in business suits walking past, recharged after their pasta or sandwich...or rocky road ice-cream with chocolate syrup. The smell of freshly brewed coffee, of baristas speaking the not-so-alien-anymore coffee language- large, skinny, cap, foam, no foam- reminds me of how normal everything can seem. I love immersing myself in everydayness.
I want a regular skinny caramel chai latte from Starbucks just to see if i can say the whole thing in a single breath. But also because i love caramel and i love chai and having both in a latte can only be beautiful. Then i remember the huge grilled chicken sandwich i had for lunch a few minutes earlier and decide to save the latte for the weekend, where it can be savoured properly, like it should be.
I am suddenly imbued with feelings of positivity. I find my dreams being restored. I find it all to be possible. I start to walk like a woman with a clear purpose. With my shoulders back, hair blowing in the wind and a "I know something you don't" smile on my face, i arrive at the bus stop and wait for the rest of my life to unfold.