Retrieval

Pacing through the sidewalk, I inhale so deeply that I can feel the nippy air filling my lungs. Without a doubt, a walk in the morning is verily exhilarating. It’s been a while, I should do this more often. Steadily hastening my pace, I see the humble building two blocks away. A gentle push on the door, I make my way to the counter. In a polite manner, I inquire about the daybook which I assumably left here. “This must be yours.”, she hands it to me. Indeed it is. I thank her in gratitude. As always, my usual spot is unoccupied. Opening the daybook, my fingers run through the pages and halt to a stop. With the pen firmly on grip, I’m about to start expressing yesterday’s musing when something peculiar on the previous entry catches my eye. A brief line of seven words at the end, obviously not my handwriting.