It seems the rainy days will never end.
Not for the timid to insist on having the daily dose
of coffee and newspaper in the outdoors.
You also need waiters ready to risk
getting wet while sprinting between the
should the clouds decide it's about time to visit another
round of showers upon the intrepid.
It may have to do with genes,
or childhood conditioning, like the
Salzburg childhood summers with my grandparents.
A few clouds would not hold us back
from enjoying days by the lake. If it rained,
we'd play cards under some makeshift shelter
or go for a round of miniature golf.
In my memory the rainy days by the lake
were sheer bliss, balsam for the soul,
no hurry, a blessed languid mood
taking ahold of all of us.
I imagine the people in the picture
falling asleep to the sound of rain,
the room filled with mountain air,
their dreams with strawberry Napoleons.
at Café-Konditorei Zauner
Esplanade along the Traun river
Image and Text
© by Merisi