I come home early these days, before dusk. I come home, keep my bag and go for a walk alone. A routine, it is when my thoughts come alive, somedays it's new ideas and somedays same old thoughts.

I come home and take a nap now. Its dark now, sun has just set. There is a dim light in the hall which comes till the veranda where i lay down, lo-fi music playing, i lay with my eyes closed. My head is a little heavy, sometimes i fill myself a drink before the nap. She was probably doing her knitting in the balcony till now, she just got up. She burns these scented candles sometimes in evening, the whole house is carrying this mild scent, its so peaceful. Usually we both are in the caffe, but this is off season, customers are less during this time, so we'll go only in night, when more people starts coming to the place.

I wake up and we both get ready. We don't tell each other that its time now, we both just already know everything about each other without words too. Its mild cold outside, you know the cold right after the dusk, its special, its different. I love it. It's the transition of weather. Smoke coming out from houses, view of smoke, behind a peak is so really beautiful. People are cooking, or burning the wood for keeping heat in homes.

So we get ready, she put on her scarf, white and black checks, woolen, mine is grey. Our jackets, she has a cream color one and i have one with a sort of dry leaf color. We go to caffe, do our regular things, sometimes few customers tells us something good about the caffe, how they like it, how its so lovely, that makes our day...

Most of the times We eat in the caffe after everyone has left.Then we clean the place and go for a walk together. its chill outside. Then return home and sleep. Another good day.

This was my happy place, It only exists in my head. It takes a live shape only when i close my eyes and i wake this place up so i can sleep with peace...

Peace...

Susan's Dear Diary