at the cafe,

The noise is deafening….

It comes from below and above.

The pachysandra shakes and the bough of the red leafed tree trembles…

A duet ensues…..two sparrows hop onto to the pavement and dance…

Still singing so loud they drown out the construction noise.

  
The suddenly all is quiet.

The croissant of peace, like a crescent moon of love has appeared from a neighboring table.

Grace has fallen to the earth.

And all is well.