I wrote this a few months ago when I used to eat dinners on my own once a week...



The twilight of night brings me here, to a small corner of an ordered Italian restaurant.  



     When I first realized that I would have to eat out alone once a week, I thought I would end up dreading my Thursdays.  However, the taste of gentle peace has lured me into this cave of silence and trapped me in its wonder.  



       The beauty of cold city culture is that each individual is just that - a true individual with separate lives and worlds living together with thousands of other separate individuals focused on their own worlds.  Sometimes the lack of friendliness and downright courtesy in this area is discouraging - but at moments like these it's a matchless jewel.   Everyone takes their methodical step,  glances pointedly to nowhere, curves back his shoulders and  walks on in life - basically ignoring my existence.  Each step of theirs leading away from me leaves me in my realm of quiet peace to live, breathe, and reign supreme another day.



      This silent time is my moment to reign quietly in my own small world -  to review my thoughts, and gather my senses before I have to walk back into the crowded lives of others.  And so I enjoy my quiet dinner, sitting in the corner of this dim Italian restuarant - in peace.