Shut Up, Sadness

It's one in the afternoon and I found a nice little café to grab lunch at. It's on the second floor and I got a comfy spot by the window. The a/c is set to a decent temperature and the speakers are spilling mellow tunes. A sip of coffee, a bite of my banana chocolate cupcake. I take a deep breath and everything seems to be good. But wait, what's that, something is bothering me.

Like the sound of a mosquito flying near your ear when you try to fall asleep, two annoying girls at the table behind me keep chatting the shit out of my peaceful lunch break aura. But other than that I couldn't ask for more. This morning it rained, and for some reason it felt like a huge relief. It was only a light drizzle, but you could tell that the roofs and streets were enjoying it.

Standing at my desk, looking out the window at nine in the morning, I felt a wave of motivation. Motivation to make this day a good day. I jumped in and out of the shower, picked a pair of beige chinos and a checked shirt and swiftly left the house. It had stopped raining, but the ground was still wet. The air felt different, less tense. At the bus stop I waited for the 604 and looked up in the sky.

The noisy pair of uncourtly girls is finally getting up, which leaves me in the company of a young couple that hasn't spoken a single word since I got here. I had registered them before, but my senses were too occupied to grasp how utterly sad they looked. They drink in silence, almost mechanically, without even looking up. Like they had just realised that they married for the wrong reasons.