Her name evokes shimmering images of quiet moments shared with fingers and palms curled around a warm mug while our eyes rest gently upon one another. Soft tunes and warm welcomes. A morning ritual, a place of respite, an island of calm amidst a busy sea. Blue walls, orange benches and hand-drawn signs. She inspires, nourishes and replenishes all who call her name—Golda. In this place there is no beginning nor end, only moments in between.
@indigostrokes · Thursday