snow day

the kind waitress in the black logo shirt and apron, despite trying to close, cannot turn any of us away

not the British tourists, not me, nor the children freed from school and especially not the regulars at their corner booth

"the usual, George?" who tips his hat in greeting and doesn't need to consult the menu 

she pours another pot of freshly-made coffee and cheer while flakes equalize and slow us back to our youthful pancake mornings and blue-white

wonder

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