A long awaited gentle, soaking rain could never put a damper on a Sunday supper on the porch.
Gentle breezes, grey skies and muted hues that suggest fall sneaking in. The house was filled with the sounds of multiple conversations happening in unison coupled with the intricate tango that was the children's laughter, at times halted by animated discussion as they each negotiate their way, and then laughter again.
Slow food; fried chicken, fried green tomatoes, cheesy grits, pepper pot, wine and conversation flowing freely.
While enjoying the soft, meditative sounds of rain, that drew pause in the conversation, I reflected upon how lucky we truly are. These are the moments that bring life back into perspective.
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