For all that is so lovely.

You arrive at the restaurant.
The hostess sees you from afar and 

looks down the row where "your table" is.

She says, "It's open!" and waves you over.

You sit down to wait for your friend, 

the one you meet here every Wednesday at 8-ish.

The waitress brings over the coffee, 

and two waters--one with ice and one without.

You pull out your notebook and think through your day,

and say another thank you,

for all that is so lovely.