The past is the future!

The past is the future, what an opening sentence or in this case a title.
I am here at the Blue bird and I find myself drifting back in time to a place where Mozart was born and a coffee bar made of stone hundreds of years old.

The smoke wafts up and the smell of the different coffees are over powering in that corner building. We five students took refuge here to get out of the rain. The rain the one constant it seems from this last weekend in May, from one Coffee shop by a beach landlocked to the birthplace of Amadeus. We sit and chat and watch the crowds as we five friends are the strangers here and all eyes follow are every word. Two singers sing softy in a corner by the bathroom door. One is on an Africa drum and the other on a Banjiter, wondering that their folk style seems interesting in the birthplace of Amadeus Mozart but somehow complimentary.

A trip to Europe in leather coats and long black hair sitting huddled together trying to fight off the rain and the cold. We landed in Amsterdam than a train to Munich followed by a bus ride here to Salzburg. As my mind, floats back and forth between the present diner with its smells of French fries and the rich memories of the past draped in history. Their faces still clear but their names are gone now except for one. I met them in Victoria when I lived there for under a year so long ago. Three of them had to wear uniforms as they attended Andrew's College or something like that. One of their names is very clear though as I meet her in Calgary not so long ago. In an airport lobby, she was catching a flight to Texas and I was waiting to connect with West Jet to Toronto. She walked up to me and asked if I had ever been to Fort Nelson B.C.

She looked at the four of us and asked if the children were mine saying perhaps they were too beautiful to be. She then introduced us to her Pro hockey player husband. Then asked if I was married? I said not anymore which brought an awkward silence only broken by the announcement that flight 698 was departing and that William Wright and family make their way to gate 7. That is another story for another time.

Interesting thoughts over coffee as a detective calls from the major crimes unit that brings me back to the present tense and asks if I seen her today. I have not seen or heard from her in weeks. Tom says he will call back if he hears differently. Two minutes later the phones rings again from the same unlisted number saying they have got her and to have a great summer. Funny how the past connects to the future and future connects to the past from a stone coffee bar in Austria to a Blue bird at a beach in Saskatchewan. There is a question there some were I am sure and perhaps one or two answers.