A Lovely Morning

I felt like an independent woman that day. A classy hippie who embraced every aspect of life in all the subtle ways. I spent the day with one of my best girlfriends. The person who I feel truly understands, accepts and loves me out of almost anyone in the world. She wasn't my oldest friend, or one of those friends you see all the time, who knows all the details of your day to day, but she was the friend that you almost didn't notice was there. Not because she was dull or quiet, but because you are so completely yourself and open around her, in a way that you aren't with anyone. Whether or not it would always be like that, she would always have a special place in my heart and soul, for making me be able to feel like that, and for giving me this day. This day to be so free. This day to let my inner spirit shine, and just say, do, and feel whatever I wanted to. We started off the morning in the loveliest way. We sat street side, drinking our coffee and tea, sunlight beating on the sides of our faces. It was the loveliest cafe, that bled Paris. The most beautiful french music played over the speakers. Then and there,  I swore to learn french. Our waitress was quiet, but she had the french class all over her. Bright pink hair, a sparkling smile, and youth and mischief in her eyes. My spirit was flowing with contentment and the word lovely never seemed so perfect an adjective as it was to describe that breakfast experience. The food by the way, was phenomenal. Banana bread french toast. Need I say more?