The wine flowed, sweet like autumn morning dew drops.
The soup, crouton topped smothered with cheese like father to prodigal son.
The steak, melted like ice on a summer’s day.
Senses overworked stomachs more than full.
Yes, we’ll have ice-cream – just a little.
I don’t always divulge the motivation behind these tales and I’m not sure that I will continue to do so or not, but here goes … Inspired but one meal shared between two people before two others had our priorities relocated. I am one of the two, I hope the other knows who she is – for she is love to me. Note to self, make time for meals like these … and always have ice cream.