Park City, Utah is a great place on a Sunday morning and one of my favorite spots is a coffee shop. French Vanilla coffee on a Sunday morning is one of my favorite times of the week. Park City is full of wonderful moments all times of the year. In the winter, its holiday revelry and Sundance Film Festivals. (Don’t forget the skiing.) Summer brings music concerts and Farmers Markets. All year around is shopping, great food, and fun times with friends.
In the coffee shop, I enjoy watching people from all over the world come together with family and friends to enjoy a relaxed moment together. It has always amazed me how a cup of java seems to be a universal social activity.
The other day I saw two elderly men sit and chat together about the weather. It was obviously idle chit chat, but you could see the kinship the two men had together. I could tell they have been talking about the weather for years. Two friends just enjoying a Sunday morning just like me.
What a beautiful weekend Park City is in the heat of the summer. It was fifteen degrees cooler than down in the valley yesterday. Park City, Utah air was clear and it just felt good strolling up and down the streets. My family and I parked our car at the bottom of Main Street and walked up one side while popping into art galleries and boutiques and walking down the other side, stopping for lunch and then ice-cream.
While sitting outside in the sun and enjoying our desserts, I noticed a butterfly flit in front of us. I watched it floating in between other families going by us and stopping for a rest occasionally on flowers next to us. Then it would be off again for whatever reasons butterflies have. It didn’t matter to me at the time as to why. I only watched in wonderment of the beauty of its soft yellow wings gleaming in the sunlight and the irregular dance that made no sense to me. At that moment, I just didn’t seem to have any cares.
It was a moment of awe for me and very rare indeed. All seemed right in the world for just those few seconds. For me, there were no pressures of deadlines. No teenagers searching for that line in the sand for limitations. No phone calls or emails to respond to. It was just a moment away from the stresses of the world. I have no idea what was going on in my husband’s and son’s mind, but by looking in their faces, I could tell they were content with life as well, for that one fleeting moment.