I'm on my balcony, where I just finished hanging our clothes out to dry. It was a hot day, but it's a very beautiful night. I like these nights. It's very peaceful in our neighborhood. I can hear the birds singing, a lawn mower going, and a rhythmic bang of a tool. I also hear laughter and clinking of glasses. And that is the sound of family or friends dining outside, which everyone with a yard does, especially this time of year. On a beautiful night like tonight, the tablecloths are draped over the table, and the meal is served in the yard or garden by the dusk light, while the food and conversation are plentiful. I close my eyes and take it in. I love the sound of it. I've experienced it. It's beautiful. There's nothing like long European meals, straight from appetizers to coffee and dessert, that stretch into the evening where time does not seem to exist. Before you know it, it's dark outside, and you've been lost in the long extended moment of friendship, food and great conversation. You leave feeling satisfied, but are left with a longing, a yearning for when it can happen again.
Yeah, I like these nights.
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