stars when you shine you know how i feel

[sisalik]

Things that relaxed me last night: shadow-lines and light thrown on a ceiling; the flicker-snap of flame; a shift of the wind -- "Is that smell so relaxing because we're Floridian?" -- "Yeah, means no bugs!" -- and the pungent stink of citronella; watching/mocking/narrating the people who came and went in the parking lot; "This was the gayest candle ever!"; beer with the aftertaste of lime; air skin-warm and damp from the bay, shifting in a lazy breeze; socked feet, slightly too warm, propped on a wooden rail; my center of gravity comfortably low in a chair that rocked.

Strange how sometimes heat and air and smell and conversation mix so perfectly. It was one of those nights.