Coffee Shop Rhythm

I'm sitting in a coffee shop, headphones in my ear. I turn my head and take in my surroundings. I know everyone around me exists...yet I know that nobody around me does. I am in my own world, the beat of the music pumping in my ears, arranging the whole universe is in its rhythm.

People talking, setting down their coffee cup, getting up, sitting down, meeting someone, paying the cashier – everything is rhythmical. As though each person has their own beat, their own instrument, as though every action is part of a carefully orchestrated symphony...or as though every cacophony has subliminal unity.

The flash of a photograph. The turning of a page. The opening of a door. The footstep of a boot.

Me. Sitting here. Perhaps I am part of it.
Not perhaps.
I AM part of it. I am here. Each key I press, each time I chew my gum, each bounce of my foot...I am adding to it.

I smile. As though only I exist. As though everyone else is simply a projection.

I know this moment will pass. I know this song will end. I know my universe will settle back into discordance.

But right now, right in this moment, in the midst of this coffee shop rhythm - I am happy.