Mist in the mountains
fall into the lavender, strawberry sky
Ripples pirouette upon the lake.
The water edging the dock,
lolling it to sleep
with it’s tender rocking
We sit on an edge,
welcoming the cool air,
not too typical for July.
The chairs are wooden,
but comfy.
There are conversations plenty,
watching the boats make their way.
The citronella candles are lit.
The mood is set.
I’ve met a friend in relaxation that
I haven’t met, yet.
Dawning Creations 
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