A friend and I hastened along a
deserted boardwalk.
Lowering steely clouds above the lake
hurled wind gusts with biting rain at us.
Benumbed, we entered the only
open restaurant for coffee.
They had no take out cups,
but a Hispanic lady with
an enchanting smile appeared.
We were escorted to a small table.
From a handsome tray she served us
large cups of delicious dark brew.
No charge, she said; just hot coffee.
A cherished grace-filled interlude on
a stormy afternoon
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