India Choquette is a writer, a trainer, a teacher, a breakfast sandwich eater, a person in love with a person, and a FOrmer Vermonter living in New York City.

The Cafe

This morning, flower petals are strewn on the floor at the entrance of the cafe. They are light and pink and just beginning to brown, and they blew in from the flowering tree on the sidewalk. The man who opened just a few minutes ago didn’t sweep them out the door onto the street, but he did make me breakfast.

I once read that Mark Anthony filled a room knee deep with rose petals for Cleopatra, and when I was in my teens, I used to imagine wadding through roses, and how the petals would feel and how they would be soft, delicate, and so easily crushed.

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