I sat at the table. At ease by the chatter of passing people and beeping traffic no more than a few feet away from me in the street. I was back straight in my chair where I looked down in my glass of black tea less than half full by now where I've sipped on it. My gray reflection in it gave me time to think. I was missing Suzie. However I wanted some time for myself. I could feel the warm liquid in my gloved hands. Calming to my good one.