Another Gathering And Firepit Smoke
By dusk, voices carried from the backyard while Deborah lit the firepit. She pointed cars onto the grass beside the hedges and waved a late arrival toward the lawn.
Music drifted through the open slider as folding chairs appeared from a trunk. I stood by the road and watched headlights settle behind the maple.
Smoke curled over the cove while someone opened a cooler on the patio.