I don’t sit. And I surely don’t do it well when I do it for an instant. We sat. …for a while. It was breakfast. I did not (eat) much. And we sat. Just sat. Surely, we were burning daylight and missing the next attraction. …and we sat…just warmed by the cup of coffee. It was one of those moments of pure peace and bliss that infrequently creeps into my life. I appreciated the moment. I appreciated it at that moment. And I especially recall it fondly as I write now.
When I visited Beirut the civil war was done and the center of the city rebuilt. It was clean and shiny new. It was pedestrian friendly. I walked about and took in the sights. Mosque and Church could be seen side by side. Outwardly there is no war. Sunny days prevail. Beneath the surface lingers all the old animosities. The government is dysfunctional. Religion, politics, and ethnicity all lurk as intractable barriers. You can’t see it in the pictures. Some days I wish there really was a reset button.