the power of bun

uesday I went to a new cafe, a mere one and a half minute stroll from my house. I've been wanting to insert myself there into a chair with a book and a coffee ever since I first saw it. Instead of bringing a book, however, I joined three other girls (even better!) - one I know, one I know somewhat and one I just met that morning. We plunked in front of a candle fireplace with lattes and coffees and the most delicious fresh cinnamon buns I can remember having outside of home. The company was comfortable and fun, the coffee fine and dandy.
      We parted ways smiling but by mid-afternoon that bun was still with me, filling my tummy, giving me strength, encouraging me onward and upward to a better life! Amazing what one little bun can do if you only give it half a chance in this world. I have an inclination to believe it wasn't your average roll either because, to my great joy, I found haphazzard raisins scattered contentedly o'er sweet frosting in the shape of a smiley face. Some of you will know I see these faces everywhere. I must use italics! (Friends of yore, back me up on this one!) Of course I see winky, pacman and grumpy faces as well but it is the smiley face that reigns supreme.
      Mark recently suggested to me that I begin taking photos of all these faces I see, not just the occasional fruit smoothie or snowman. Alas! I had no camera with me at the cafe so you will never know the bun like I knew the bun and, believe me, that is your loss as far as I am concerned because he was meant to be known by the world.


      In its place here is a pleased-as-punch pancake that was et by me earlier this week. I was sad to see him go but he seemed ... happy.

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