swimming in the lake, drying off by a fire we made,
singing softly
supping on chowder and french bread
sharing wine and secrets, wrapped in blankets
watching the hypnotic movement of flame and star, sky and tree
sighing,sleeping, savoring every morsel of evening
waking to the sun, the music of the woods
seeking corners unexplored
packing up, leaving for home
returning to work
starry-eyed
tired
over-scheduled
pining for chowder and french bread