I think it was everything, all at once, that caught me. The bubblegum pink beret, the lips painted like a teen exploring color and a smirk worthy of further inquiry.
I was near Mata Mata coffee, people watching, waiting for something to move my body into motion, to frame the feeling of being young and in Paris, right now.
Almost as soon as I wondered, she appeared. Did I will her, or just become conscious of the importance of intention on any given moment. Put me at, in. or near a coffee shop and my intentions are bound to come true.
Is there a mode of being that creates such intention for you?