Summer afternoon – summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.
I normally don’t take naps, but when I’m here at the Cape house, it hits me just how much I could use some rest. As I recline on the deck, I look up to take in my surroundings. Birds chatter with one another; squirrels hop from tree to tree, rustling against branches and leaves along the way. At first I find this activity distracting, but soon these sounds meld into white noise and I quickly conk out. It’s a deep, cleansing sleep.
I’m awaken by the sharp clink of ice hitting a glass. Eric hovers, a warm smile on his face, and he places the ice tea on the table beside me. I study the glass, which has begun to sweat, and am struck by it’s gold hue. The first sip has the herbal notes one would expect, but it’s more subtle, a result of steeping in the sun. It takes me a moment to focus on the world again, but by the time the tea is gone, all is fresh and clear.