June 15, 2007
In the evening, we sit on the deck with our drinks, icy daiquiris. A friend drops by and we catch up on what’s been happening in his life since I last visited. He’s always up to something. We laugh and talk as the garden darkens around us. We light citronella candles, for light and for mosquito control (in which we are only partially successful), unwilling to go inside just yet. Little lights glow in the flowerbeds, activated by the dusk; a bat swoops overhead, doing its best to help us with the mosquito problem. We watch, smile. Life is good.