Dusk falls and the clouds part,
light rain falls down in the garden.
The music drifts softly out the door,
and I close my eyes in a wine comforted sensation.
The smoke wafts from their cigarettes,
their soft Swiss-German murmurs barely audible as we sit.
Trees rustle in the breeze and the smell of fresh cut grass tickles my nose.
We break the moment by a shared joke,
my uncontainable laughter echoing through the complex.
The prattling of our thoughts is endless and lasts several hours;
only broken by fine wine and food.
A taste of friendship built on a volcanic delayed few days,
is now something sustainable for years.
Blessed I am to know these wonderful women,
such a great feeling to see them again.
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