A Lazy Day.

I sit out on the patio, without a care in the world.

I take a sip of my coffee that pairs deliciously with a freshly made Pasteis de Nata.

The indistinguishable sounds of casual conversations around me.

The warmth of the Mediterranean sun soothing my skin,

The flow of the wandering wind against my hair,

The bell of a tram slowly making its way through the streets

Carrying with it, busy people who need to be somewhere but here.

A feline stranger discreetly brushes against my leg, hoping to taste a crumb or two, I suppose.

It seems, I am the stranger here today, a visitor in her established playground.

I gulp down my sip of coffee and rest the porcelain cup back on the table.

I open my journal to a blank page and pick up the pen beside it.

I begin to scribble.

Who said lazy days can’t be beautiful?