Methinks 'twas a fairytale come to
fruition.
We sat outside in the gloaming . . .
Fire at our feet, candles twinkling,
fun eats by our side and that odd bit
of red that never seemed to run out.
And the conversation . . . to die for.
Every topic imaginable, interrupted
only by sighs of simple joy. I par-
ticularly got a kick out of sneaking
into my once a year cigar stash!
I would ask myself . . . "Why oh why
don't we do this kind of healing grace
more often? Where is it written that
it only has to happen once in a life
time? Is the dog too old to learn new
tricks?" I don't bloody think so!!!
Frankly, it doesn't matter how many
shekels you have to spend. Nor do
time and place necessarily come into
the equation.
It bears repeating . . . that fun picnic,
a drive up the canyon, an unexpected
visit with a bottle in hand. Whatever
floats your boat. Just do it!
As for me . . . I'm already planning
that next sally forth and conquer!
I ain't dead yet . . . best get on with
living rather than just existing!!!
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