One Hour of Silence
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There are tables for celebration and tables for negotiations. And then there are those third ones - tables for nothing in particular. They require no occasion, no reservation, no plan. It’s enough to sit down, place your phone face down, and order the first drink that comes to mind. Coffee, sparkling water, a glass of wine. It hardly matters.
Time at such a table doesn’t move in a straight line. The first ten minutes pass in silence, while the day slowly rearranges itself. Then conversation begins — not the important kind, but the light one, jumping from topic to topic without the need for conclusions. Sometimes nothing is said at all, and even that feels perfectly fine.
These tables are usually by a wall, near a window, or at the edge of a terrace. They don’t seek attention. The waiter knows you’re not in a hurry and won’t rush you. If they do ask whether you’d like another drink, the answer is always the same: “One more, slowly.”
In that hour, nothing needs to happen. There are no big decisions, no photos for social media, no sense that you’re missing out. Everything is already there - the glass in front of you, the sound of the street, a view that lets your eyes rest.
Hedonism is not always found in new places or elaborate dishes. Sometimes it’s simply allowing yourself to sit, to stop checking the time, and to feel no need to explain why you’re there.
One hour of silence at a table that asks for no occasion is often enough to put the day back where it belongs.