The Porch Swing

    There is nothing so conducive to friendly conversation as a porch swing at dusk.  Pull up a seat on the swing, and try to imagine the flicker of fireflies over the meadow, the distant laughter of children racing around in the gathering dark, and the slight creak of the swing’s chain against the hooks attached to the porch roof.  Sunset has come and gone, but enough light lingers on the horizon to see the outlines of trees, the shapes of cars parked near the barn, the tall lilies crowded against the kitchen wall.   Have a glass of wine, or water if you’d rather, and  tell us what’s new, what’s on your mind, what you’ve seen in this big old world.

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