Late summer at dusk. The mosquitos have gone to bed and the fireflies hang in the trees like christmas lights.
Our ice cubes clink in our glasses as we sip on the last of the homemade kahlua and listen to the owls call to each other from the tall pines in the back woods.
We sit and chat about how the garden is coming along nicely, about how nice the day out on the lake had been. We hear the guineas settle into the branches of the poplar. The last sparks of the campfire lift lazily into the sky.
Our sandals dangle from our feet. We start to think maybe we'll go throw a sweatshirt on over our t-shirts. We catch the faintest whiff of impending autumn in the air. And we feel content.
I'm not the kind of person that wants to live her life only looking forward to the next thing. I'd like to embrace the present. But I gotta tell ya, this snow-up-to-my-thigh and "today's high will be -10" is gettin' old. So if pretending that I'm holding a chilled kahlua instead of a hot coffee is going to get me though this day, that's what I'm going with.
I hope you're in a good place today, no matter where that is. Come join me for a kahlua.