There is something about the experience of eating alone that’s indescribable.
The sounds of laughter.
The sense of home and nostalgia floating on the melodies of blues in the background.
The thick love in the room that holds you as the invisible air blanket lifting an airplane and anchoring it to the sky.
The deliciousness of forks clanking against china.
The dim lights playfully reminding you of new love.
Elaborate cocktails kissing your lips.
Servers presenting delectables as their offerings of the first of their flock.
Creams, capers dancing on your tongue.
There is completeness, tenderness, joy in dining alone.