Bliss

The Adirondack chairs I ordered back in June finally came, a fine perch from where Miki and I sipped good dry red, listened to Chet Baker blow smooth, and watched the clouds go through their burlesque routine, allowing peeks at an eclipse on the wane, maroon shadow peeling slowly across the face of the big bright late summer moon.


On the turntable: "St. Germain des Pres Cafe"
On the nighttable: James Michener, "The Drifters"