September 14, 2002
A lovely evening with David and Christine. We sat out on the deck and drank some wonderful dry white wine, noshing on nibblies like brie and cheddar cheese on crackers, grapes, and hot salsa with tortilla chips. We looked at photos of their recent trip to London, Paris and Normandy, on a magnificent evening embraced by the rolling green hills of rural Massachusetts, the soft air of a summer in graceful exit surrounding us in cool breezes and soft whispers. Crickets sounding. Bats flying above. My contentment gauge is set on a soft simmer, and I feel a shivery happiness.