Description
I am here on the terrace at John's house. It's night, and the bright moon highlights the white clouds drifting quickly across the sky. A strong, cold breeze blows in from afar. I can hear the waves, their sound mingling with the wind rustling through the trees. Everyone around me is asleep, and a few birds add soft, peaceful notes to the night. I've eaten a lot and feel a bit heavy, but deeply blissful to be here with my family. A single bare lightbulb casts a glow over the terrace, its light sketching shadows over his artwork. In the distance, a dog barks.
