The doors open and the outside air rushes in. Sounds of the street sneak through with the rush of cool autumn air. Looking through the window at my table I see the autumn colors resonating through sunny skies. I decide that the sights and sounds in here are more appealing to my senses today then even vibrant autumn day.
Atwaters seems to be the vibrant hot spot in this urban hipster haven. I walk up to a counter brimming with coffees and expresso and baked breads, scones, macaroons and many other unnamed treats. Fair Trade coffee is my friend and writing companion today. I grab a cup, find a sweet spot and set up my own little place of paradise.
The sounds of this lively place remind me of the old neighborhood that I grew up in. People come and go, they smile as they take in the space which is becoming an escape from whatever they brought in with them from there lives. It seems to have a life giving effect upon all of us, they way a cup of hot tea has when you come out of a cold night and your feet are still frozen. You sip it a little at a time and each sip seems to take a little more of the harshness of cold away as you replace it with warmth and comfort. That is how Woodlea ave always made me feel, even today when I go back and drive through. The market is making me feel this way, working a welcome spell upon my hardened senses snd softening a rough world outside.
The empty canvas of a building turned into a neighborhood is quiet an artisitic and creative accomplishment. I feel like I am in a painting and the framework stays the same but the details change every moment. The back drop of this beautiful space is industrial and older. It is obvious that love and renewal took place. For me, a story of renewal is one worth telling again and again. We all need renewal from time to time and if we are to keep from deterioratng and losing our color, we must experience it. This space is alive again, light, colors, food, drink, people from all walks, give it an ever changing diverse atmosphere that I wish I could bottle up and take it with me wherever I go.
Each person that walks in and around this space brings a different hew to the room, each one is not only invited but necessary for the tapestry to be complete and it is perfect every moment. I feel the joys and see the expressions of appreciation as I notice the faces. They tell a story of entire lives, histories, memories, heartaches, loves, loss, hope and faith, all noticeable in the way we all glance around this space.
There is an ebb and flow to this space which is noticeable. It is like the tides on the bay or the waves on the ocean. There are moments when it is bursting at the seams, like the entirety of humanity is bursting in. Then it trickles down and the people come and go at a pace more like that of a gentle stream rolling over small pebbles. Both, ragging ocean and subtle stream have there own beauty. The moments of intensity and moments of softness are both needed. None of us can live our lives at full throttle all the time and yet we all thrive in moments of intensity and vibrancy. Quietness and softness is vital to our we’ll being also. Try living without it and you will be frazzled and exhausted. Thankfully there are moments of both intensity and quietness here.
I could stay longer then an hour, I could stay all day, yet if I did so I may not appreciate the time spent in this special atmosphere. Like most things in life, we appreciate things more when we don’t have them or went without them for a long time. Like a love that you waited your whole life to have, once you have it you know how precious it is, you will not take it for granted, you will not fail to show it the utmost respect and honor for you know that once, you didn’t have this and now you do. You will forever be grateful .