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Sitting here on the patio in the cool of an evening, sipping whisky.

Lone birds, wending home across the heavens; fleecy cirrus, pink-tinted by the setting sun, drifting in from the souwest, like exotic fish in my vast aquarium of deepening blue sky. Bedtime rooks shout from the copse beyond the roofs, last of the birds chirping in the trees; flowers closing for the night, cool air drifting in with a damp night-smell of nearby fields where a crow coughs and scours for supper, cat slinks by with wicked eyes, on the prowl for a vole or mouse... I open a beer and thank God that my love is by my side.