Lazy summer weekends...

Niagra-on-the-lake

The sun poured through Victorian floor-to-ceiling windows, slightly ajar to the outdoor patio, enough to hear the chatter among friends, murmur of lovers, and the cling of cutlery on plates. Happily abundant flowers bursted from their beds and from their baskets hung from black iron street lamps. Gaze out the window and find handsome horse-drawn carriages, topped with society ladies in their chapeaux. Add one platter of assorted cheese, three glasses of Pinot Noir, and three long-time friends seated comfortably, and you have a perfect afternoon.

The road home stretched before us, while music filled every corner of the car. Passing century estates and wineries, I felt a complete satisfaction. I felt a little bit in love. Beyond vast and glorious vineyards, the earth gradually pulled the sun back to her. What a vision. We pulled over to the side of the road in search of the perfect camera shot; and taking the time to freeze such an image is priceless.

I become nostalgic for such moments; and for that, I thank God for writing.