Just a description.
Of then and last night.
Sitting alone, sounds abound around.
The distant clack of golf ball thwack.
And travelling fast down fairway green to green.
Birds calling from tree to tree
To each other but not to me.
Distant voices, conversation out of my ear.
Shouts not clear.
And amongst it all.
There is such a silence to recall.
Hot tubs are amazing things.
Bubbling steamy water, in unlikely places..
Out in the open, a chill breeze blowing and it’s dark and
it’s late.
Plastic glasses of champagne floating on a plastic tray.
And hey!
“It’s so much easier looking at a million stars above
your head:
When you are floating in wonderfully hot water” I said.
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