Quiet Cafe

Tucked away in the bush is a little spot the locals call Quiet Café. No sign, no tables, no barista asking if you want oat milk.

Just a clear stream, a few smooth stones, and the occasional deer stopping in for a drink.

The regulars are a quiet bunch. The deer shows up most mornings, takes a long sip, looks around like he owns the place, then wanders off again without paying the bill.

The birds handle the background music, the wind does the small talk, and the water keeps running like a perfectly reliable coffee machine.

Not many people know about Quiet Café.

And honestly, that’s exactly how the deer likes it. 🦌