Summer Evening…

Not often and certainly not often enough do we have the opportunity to have dinner at Cloudland Farm in Woodstock, Vermont. The food is incredible and the atmosphere is otherworldly beautiful…

Heat enveloped the day.

A shroud of humidity encased the earth.

Unrelenting.

Oppressive.

A reservation at a

local spot.

Early Bird dining at

5 p.m. with friends.

Remote roads

climbed.

Winding through the Vermont landscape.

Puffs of dirt

rose under the spin of a tire.

A grand yellow farmhouse to the right.

Seated high above.

The restaurant

across the way.

Green rocky fields.

Rambling stonewalls.

Cows rhythmically grazed.

Depths of distant

mountains.

Early evening

stillness.

A wraparound porch shone hot.

Crisp white tablecloths

decorated the rustic.

Table for four

around the corner.

Shaded.

Shielded.

Soft intermittent warm summer breezes

soulfully danced across our spirits.

Eagerly we chatted.

Adult children, weddings, grandchildren, art, work, missed adventures and pending travel.

Health and

those we had lost.

The song of our server was delightfully delivered.

We ate.

Enjoyed.

So many months had passed.

Conversation

easy.

We had missed each other.

Missed so much.

Languishing over our final bites and

moments we hesitated…