Nostalgia

A café in our neighbourhood has suddenly and inexplicably closed - from one day to the next, the windows were covered with garbage bags on the inside.

More than for the place itself, I'm going to miss it because of the association I have with going there with Oliver when he was just a few months old. I would strap him on in the Baby Björn and go for a walk in the area. He would either fall asleep while we were out or when we got to the café, and he would nap nestled against me as I read the paper and had a coffee. It was a refuge in hot and cold weather alike, a way for me to get out of the house and give his mother a much-needed break.