The other day Mary had asked me for tea at Betty’s, and in lieu of fresh scones with clotted cream and raspberry jam, we walked to town with happy hearts. & then somewhere between talking about nothing and home Mary stopped and pointed upwards. She asked “Have you heard of this cafe?” We were beneath a stone bridge, I looked around and said “Here? No…but shall we try it?” She said yes, and just like that we abandoned our plans and found ourselves at this little coffee house.
The excitement of walking up a stairwell is the ambiguity in what awaits atop.