morning | evening

this is all part of the pleasure, this day; no one else can own it. the particular pleasure of this one place, with these people. of bodies sprawled across beanbags and armchairs and the sun-warmed earth.  of a sky blue and clear as if welcoming us to it’s lovely front room. as if, even the trees themselves were more welcoming in this light, at this time, like gently swaying ornaments decorating the edges of this space we inhabit.