I like when my life feels small.

Just big enough for me and my thoughts.

The people around me have their own lives too but they feel like dear friends as we sit here together in comfortable quietude.

We never seem to catch eyes.

I can’t help but gaze upon them and in moments when I am lost in my work, I suddenly feel the prickle of someone watching me as well. I don’t look up; I just let them stare.

I feel protected in this warm corner, dimly lit by a golden chandelier.

A vent blows warm air continuously over my skin. It has been recycled through the bakery so many times I can almost taste sugar and cinnamon in the wind.

Looking out the bay windows I see the snow whipping across the street and I settle further into my plush scarf, grateful for this warmth and these moments of splendor.