Sometimes I get this picture in my mind of my wife and I sitting on a swinging sofa on a verandah late one evening, overlooking miles and miles of open country. There's a zephyr (that's a warm, gentle breeze to those who didn't do Latin at school) blowing around, and we can see the stars. We've got a citronella candle smoking away to keep the midges off, but most of the light comes from a little bulkhead lamp over the house door. And we're just sitting there, reading our books.
A little later, it gets a little cooler, so we pull out an old, hand-knitted blanket and snuggle up.
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