colors in shades of cream

Summer, Italian resort, lonely midday breakfast. Flat light without harsh shadows. White tablecloth, napkin, and dark glasses. It amuses me to think that I am waiting for someone, even though I am not. The smell of bread lingers around. I feel the sand under my feet. I'm waiting for coffee. I'm looking around. Empty terrace. People are walking in the distance. From the sea, you can feel the warm wind and the smell of salt. I open the book and disappear completely.