Summer evening

(1994)
Would you like to hear about a sweet thing that happened to me years ago?  It was a calm quiet summer evening and Lorin and I were in our white house on Grove Street.  It was summer and very quiet and yet balmy in our part of the evening.  Lorin had been stamping; and of course I was knitting.  I put this down and went out hoping to catch our cat and bring her in for the night.  As soon as I left the house behind me, I realized what a heavenly night it was  --  quiet and wondrous.  The stars were large and low, and the sky holding them a midnight blue.  I called inside, "Lorin, come here."  He put down his book and slipped outside.  "Look," I said.  "I didn't remember it was like this," he said, putting his arm around me.  We kissed and stood for a while feeling our love and our creator's.