Newfoundland, by Jeffrey Griffiths

TRAVEL

I get coffee and sit at a table outside, I ponder living here in St. John’s maybe for a year because they need someone to write on café patios and sip coffee and look up once and a while, then the sun actually comes out and my pondering strengthens and I say to the kids what do you think of this idea and I see they are fifty feet away in the little park, I tip my coffee back to finish though I want to stay when I see a woman point at the sky and say something about rain.