#Spotted from a Sunny Cafe in Aotearoa New Zealand:

A effervescent woman (80s?) wearing a flowing yellow floral dress bustles from her wooden cottage and carefully crouches down on her garden path to offer a bumble bee a drink from an outstretched teaspoon.
Beaming when her gift is accepted.

A man (30s?) is cradling his tiny brand new human against his chest.
Jiggling her up and down.
Murmuring softly and gentling "Shhhing," when she makes little awake noises.
He's sleepy, and every now and then looks hopefully at the counter for his coffee,
but there's contentment here.

Two bubbly women (50s?) are catching up.
One's hot chocolate arrives and while she's distracted by something out the window, her friend deftly snaffles her marshmallows.
Popping them into her mouth.
Only the faint cheeky twitch to her mouth giving the game away.

A man (60s?) who looks like a piratical Ernest Hemingway, with a fish hook earring and an immaculate short grey beard is sipping a cappuccino while reading a timeworn paperback Hemingway.
He's not the old man and the sea, but he is the (not so) old man with a coffee.

A brown sausage dog is jauntily trotting along, nose pointed forward.
But what is this?!
ANOTHER BROWN SAUSAGE DOG?! (Gasp!)
He'll see about that.
A stern bark is required before they decide they're friends. Noodly bodies side-by-side as they give each other a polite introductory sniff.

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