Chill.

“The blast from the bonfire competes with the bloodletting orb on the horizon, as if arm wrestling to win my attention. My limbs hang limp in a lawn chair after a day of swimming and boating on a lake, back in the Midwest near where my husband and I grew up. I’m content now to snuggle in a lawn chair at the lakeside farm of a couple of his high school friends. Do nothing more than sip cold Chardonnay and take in the show. Sunset eventually concedes the stage. As dusk descends with a damp chill, the campfire commands my attention.”

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