Pastry

How is it? Isn’t it beautiful? An ebony tree among white marble columns? Isn’t it delightful, the taste of hot coffee in the shell of your cup in the cold morning air with thousands of companions come out of the cells of loneliness? Isn’t it sweet, being together? If only you knew how much my heart is longing for one bite of pastry with hot coffee; merry with you, with the people, in the middle of the city square...