Greet a gorgeous late spring day as sunny reggae yields to delicate floating guitars with the subtly shifting breeze. Children's laughter catches your ear; a family plays with their dog in the park. The sun is warm on your shoulder. As you relax deeper into your chair and set down your drink, the wind whispers the condensation off your hand. People of every disposition flow past as you lose yourself in the memories of their almost-familiar faces. With each breath a new essence enters and blooms: wisteria, cucumber, basil. Almost imperceptible. Now refreshed, strolling again, noticing the birds marking the day's age. The breeze fades to a soft, balmy sigh as the hanging plants' long shadows pirouette and sway. A crisply-dressed server gives you a wry nod and places the candle as you pass. Every third door offers an upbeat tune from the jukebox inside. The last wisps of orange and crimson dance on high glass walls in the distance. It's been months; it'll be wonderful to catch up again.
