He ordered a beer and two snacks, and the waitress turned and walked away.
While waiting for his drink, Moses turned his face to look out the window.
The weather was just right, neither cold nor hot, and the breeze was soft... truly a good season!
Although he was in a strange place, he always felt as if he had been there many times before, and an inexplicable warmth rose in his heart, like a traveler returning home after many years, a long-lost child returning to their mother's embrace...
The drinks arrived, and the bar was getting crowded. From the small stage came the sound of a guitar, accompanied by a gentle female voice.
"Don't ask me where I come from
My hometown is far away
..."
The slightly lowered voice was light and ethereal, accompanied by the clean sound of acoustic guitar strings, perfect for such a quiet early summer evening.
Moses gazed out the window, squinted, and nodded gently.
