The table was poised beautifully in the reflections of the bright white snow, but it wasn’t until the glow of city lights against a night sky that the table truly came to be appreciated.
It was then the friends gathered around the table. It was then the candles flickered and wine glasses clanked. It was then plates were passed, and stories shared. It was then that winter became warmer and brighter than reflections from snow.
(and it will be soon that recipes will be shared)
Walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light.