a candle dinner summernight

by walterdoege

enjoying the summer…I have scheduled some other classes…dance, painting, patchwork, creative writing, creative reading, beach playings…yesterday, the night was showing a tender crescent moon…some clouds at horizon…in just a minutes a tempest warmed up…and the thunders and winds came strenghtful…first the thunder’s sound, just after the lighting in the clouds…i came back to the café near sea…a bigger café…some books, newspapers, some people…and the the artificial light turn off…while waiting the light return, after sundown…the night arrived in full…only lights of the tempest, summer tempest…it remembered me seven months ago…with some sadness, some woes…also some sense that I could deal with the tempest that throw away my more secure corner inside my house…just a little personal drama…the time passes, the hours too…after taking cups of coffee and water I standed watching this tempest…someway some beauty…someway some beauty in almost everything, almost…some people go away from the café…some others stayed…I continued my contempaltion of the tempest drive…the forces of the nature…I asked for a dinner…and in advance I asked that it shoud be soft…some soft dinner…around midnight i was eating a freshly meal…then I light up a candle placed in the table…the winds moved it to all sides…and the flame remained in a serene way in the candle…then I asked for another coffe and the dessert…named “a sweet honeymoon”…stayed for a while…the street party was beginning…and I was invited to join the  people…the tempest relief…turning on a summer rain…a night rainning…I keep walking…and soon, the sun set come up at horizon…the light came up later…so sweet honeymonn, a vanilla ice cream…then, I came back home…back up with her…she was near me, at the other café lounge…I walked without the cell phone…she too