i'm longing to linger til dawn...
Navy blue sky, and the perfect warmth and cool breeze washing over you. A waxing moon lights everything, the voluptuous vines, and they shivering boughs of trees. It's a Katherine Hepburn movie night, WASP-y and sweet, truly perfumed air; everything that the rich can't buy but, somehow, do. You think of the Hamptons, of pools that are black in the night, and champagne, hibiscus and roses, tropical and proper,ravaging and caged wonders. Grey bleached wood, lay out on it, look up and the blinking of planes, and the stars and planets whose audacious glow pierces through the fog of city light. Orchids are foil bright, reflecting the moon like they were made for it, a torch in the dark of roses, sweet potato vine, lantana and zinnias.