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COURTYARD
On lazy sun-washed afternoons
imagination turns to thoughts of
courtyard pubs, where friends
gather to discuss
whatever most consumes their waking
hours.
Tucked away behind the Seine in
Paris, or
in a secluded nook of Gloucester’s
boat harbor,
topics range from art and
plotlines, to the
tantalizing satchel in the local
consignment shop.
Gossip reigns.
Food arrives, sporadically.
People pick at plates of
battered squid and cherry peppers.
Wash down Gorgonzola cheese-stuffed
mushrooms
with dark beer and fresh-brewed
coffee.
Or some exotic drink,
served in mugs sporting
a hodge-podge of designs.
Each holding a life story at the
bottom,
shimmering for patrons to review
at leisure between sips.
Reality appears on no menu
in these flights of fantasy,
these parcels of precious moments,
free of conflict.
Close your eyes, relax.
Breathe deep.
As
you envision an impressionistic painting, soar to le Louvre. Think of cherry blossoms and immediately be transported
to Japan for the Cherry Blossom Festival. On a too-yellow-bright summer’s day,
let your imagination take you to Wisconsin’s Door County peninsula for the
fabulous changing colors of autumn. (Just don’t let your imagination land you
in Green Bay on a winter’s day!)
Stressed,
but still too much work? Take a flight of fantasy to an eastern, uncrowded
beach in Waikiki. Rent a lounge chair, sit back, and observe. Surfers wait to
catch their next wave, free hula shows spring up; yachts cruise out for sunset.
Close your eyes, relax.
Breathe deep.
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