At the end of the day,
we have the earth under our feet,
the sky above our head, and
the air we breathe in between.
The window with a view.
The soft air of summer poured in.
A simple meal salad, breadsticks, cheese, asparagus, a carafe of water and nothing for dessert.
Simple. Delicious. Friday night.
Thoughts come and go like the waves of the sea in front of me.