Last night, after a wonderful evening with lovely friends, we were sitting in the U2 recapturing the topics we had discussed over dinner. We found that we agreed with our friends’ standpoints and that we loved their company and their wine, too. It was late, and we were looking forward to a good night’s sleep crowned by a cup of coffee and a fresh croissant and the Sunday paper in bed. Later we might go for a walk, phone with our parents or see some friends, read, watch House of Cards.
The subway was getting more and more crowded, and it was a lively scene. Maps were being unfolded and studied, mobile phones hastily caressed and beer bottles emptied, plans made and important meeting points exchanged. Sunday was still a long way to go.
And we had broken on through to the other side.
That coffee has never tasted so good.