Saturday, June 5, 2010

06.05 PICNIC

Bottle of imported icewine and a feast of cold cuts, meat pies, crusty bread, and more cheeses than I can take in. Dan puts on his serious face as he preps the meal. Down to work slicing that loaf. A relaxing picnic on the common (but for the snarling dog invading Dan's comfort zone). The sun is setting and the air is still, calm, calming. We dust the crumbs off the blanket (think scene after a cookie monster raid, hold the cookies, replace with crackers) and recline after a hefty indulgence. Perfect. Content. Happy.