Summer Night

All through the long nights of winter, I wait for, long for the warm nights of summer. When they finally arrive, I spend many gentle evenings on my patio, surrounded by my beloved trees and forsythias, sipping (cheap) champagne by the light of a candle and listening to the night sounds and my favorite music playing softly. I reminisce about past summer nights when I was not alone and life was still a long road ahead. When the bottle is empty, I blow out the candle, say goodnight to the crickets and find my way to sleep...