Sitting on the dock under the canopy of the Milky Way,
with a glass of scotch and a good cigar.
Trying to identify the constellations, and counting the falling stars.
The haunting call of a loon ruptures the silence.
The soul is at peace.
Beautifully describes our evenings at the cottage for the last 4 nights; incredible night skies.
How lovely! You have a way with words that make me feel like I'm there with you. Thankyou.
Thank you for the comments. They have been beautiful evenings of late.
I keep coming back to this post when I feel like taking break. Although I don't smoke cigars, in my mind I have gone through at least one bottle of single malt. ;)
Sassy, thanks for the comment. Come back any time.
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Beautifully describes our evenings at the cottage for the last 4 nights; incredible night skies.
How lovely! You have a way with words that make me feel like I'm there with you. Thankyou.
Thank you for the comments. They have been beautiful evenings of late.
I keep coming back to this post when I feel like taking break. Although I don't smoke cigars, in my mind I have gone through at least one bottle of single malt. ;)
Sassy, thanks for the comment. Come back any time.
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