I laugh, lift up the cup. Wonderful. A foreign taste. Frothy, an oriental fairytale opening a door to a different reality. Now I just have to step through. The young woman turns away,  smiling, disappears in the dark interior of the café. A child starts crying. A girl wearing a hijab sitting on a bench. Oh, there is the young woman again. Now without apron, instead with a small suitcase. Her shift is over. Is that a case for transporting a musical instrument?

She knows the girl! Comforting hugs and a long talk. The waitress opens her case. The girl also has one! They have flutes! And paper — sheet music? They hold it up high. Like holy scriptures, free from religion. Proclaiming in rhythmical unison. I’m a bit too far away to hear.

They drop the sunny sheets, encouraging glances, breathing, lift their silver instruments to their lips, among the trees, the birds, this spring. Wow, that’s a surprise! Right here in the arboretum. Beautiful. Adult and child, Orient and Occident, humans and nature — all that is at odds elsewhere. Harmony. The melody of peace between nature and humanity. Close my eyes. Tomorrow I’ll return to my grey — no, glaringly designed — everyday life. But this I want to carry with me. Will I manage? Or will this be a fading memory, the melody silenced? Is it possible to keep the beauty of a single moment? Or will the vigour of a moment always wane? Can you take moments along with you, like seeds, seeds for growing a transformed life? You can probably keep the feelings of the most significant moments. But this moment will not be one of them for me — I’m not deeply enough immersed in it.