Cafe in Leadville

I’m sat in a cafe in Leadville. A quiet cafe with quiet country-folk playing, quiet air fills the room.

Out of the window grey snow fades up to a grey sky. A row of wooden panelled houses and 4x4 vehicles with canoes, bikes and skis strapped to the roof divides the continuous grey.

Through bare birch trees an American flag ripples slowly in the cold wind.

A few flakes of snow drift past the window where cool light streams in and turns the wooden floorboards silver. The coarse grain of the wood etches dark ripples into the light.

Coffee. Quiet. Peace.