A morning walk

Yesterday, I decided to go for a morning walk, while waiting for my friend to wrap up with his first set of meetings.

My phone said it was going to be a sunny day. A few miles into my walk it started to rain.

I ducked into a little coffee shop called the Coffee Box, in Carlsbad.

I met a beautiful woman, working as a barista. She was about my age, with a light European accent and the most fascinating blue eyes. We chatted briefly as she made an Americano for me. She had such a calming spirit, I had to write a poem about her.

It's rare that a poem flows out of me so easily. I call it ‘Exquisite Blue’