Under the night light

Cigars and moonlight, friends from the south east and beer from different continents.

A commonly unused balcony now filled with scenes of peanuts, beer and a foreign flavor with a local twist. Chatting uncontrollably under the stars filling the void that is the potential for sad departing episodes. Guess the few here would have it postponed for the day following. So here we are, savouring the moments of kinship.

Conversations of family ties and familiar things that used to embarass us at the dinner table now free exchanges among these exiles from the south east. I watched and participated with visions of not too distant memories.

There's talk of barbecues, picnics and get together parties. The potential is just brewing. We're just nomads beginning.