Jun 22, 2007 20:52
It's funny.
Bernard doesn't remember summer nights being quite so warm anywhere he's lived, in temperate zones, anyway. But the last few weeks, it's been hot all day and warm all night, and so they've made a habit of spending the late evening out on the porch rather than holed up in the flat.
He sits, now, his legs dangling off the edge of the porch, his arms propped up, and watches the moonlight dance over the lake.
It's quiet. It's been quiet.
Quiet is good.