Hello Sailor Bistro, Obs: I watch a woman in the window seat who's, in turn, watching passersby in the street.
She carefully, methodically and with an iron discipline lifts her latte to her lips; this so as not to draw attention to her shaking, trembling hands.
She's in the late autumn of her life.
I instinctively know that she's a kind person. Feeling nothing but tenderness towards her, I extend peace and love from my mind to hers.
Beautiful, gracious woman what, if I may ask, are your thoughts?