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 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.