Thursday, 4 October 2012
down the empty streets we'll disappear until the dawn
Sometimes an evening sat around a table just chatting is the best way to go.
We'd talked about watching a television show but instead our little group assembled around a circular table (the best kind) with a few glasses of jazz-backed wine and a fine home-made supper.
We pretty much talked from before a rainy sun had set until beyond the witching hour.
Sometimes it needs the time to let conversation develop like a stream becomes a river.
The bridge across the misty waters outside our door surely helped create the atmosphere.
Posted by rashbre at 01:01