Back yard light and conversation

One of the joys of coming home after a journey is seeing old friends. Last night Sue and I cooked dinner for our friend Susan, and after dinner we sat in Sue's garden among lavishly blooming roses and drank our evening tea in the waning light, enjoying the fragrances: roses, and someone nearby smoking some very strong marijuana that drifted toward us on the breeze. Nearly 9 in the evening, and still there was enough natural light to dance across Susan's face. How could anyone not love summer evenings?