I was sitting in one of my doctor’s office, and he’s running late so I asked if I could go eat breakfast instead of sitting in the office.
(A few days of living off of a hospital diet has made me huuuuungry.)
So I was wandering around the streets of the great and marvelous Beverly Hills, with all of its modern glitz and glamour,
when I accidentally walked right into an old fashioned diner, straight out of another place and time.
It was packed full of normal, down to earth people eating breakfast. Some of them in extremely expensive suits, but the atmosphere was completely small town diner.
These people have been coming here for years. You could just feel it in the air. I was probably the first ‘neub’ all week.
Even the food. Slightly burned. Eggs not cooked quite right. In a city known for its obsession with beauty and perfection, I found these imperfections breathtaking.
Basking in the beauty of being alive. Life goes on, life turns on, things move along.