It is dusk, late summer. We are in the back yard, lush with the overwatering – the walls are green with climbing vines, the tomato plants are swollen with fruit that we cannot consume quickly enough. The fountain gurgles. The sun sets behind the mountain, casting a long shadow over the grass, so that we are just cool enough.
Our new barbeque and its master, my husband, have created the perfect cheeseburger, the perfect grilled corn. I sip a cocktail hastily created from vodka and Juicy Juice. My hair is still damp from swimming at the neighborhood pool club.
My children, half naked or sometimes completely naked, run around the yard in a circle playing “Monster Football,” a game they created from air and a $15 pigskin. Their father chases them around, making them run faster and faster.
And I sit under the canopy, sipping and nibbling and wishing I could freeze this moment. There is so much out there to fear.
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