it is a perfect summer evening: cool and clear, a chorus of crickets providing soft background music. this is my fourth time through chocolat and it still grips me. as the sun sets and I struggle to read the words by candle and fairy lights, I am magically transported to that small town in france where tired souls are awakened to sensual indulgence. I sip cold pernod, it's sharp anise flavour mellowed by a sugar cube. I had forgotten how much I enjoy it.
the words on the page begin to blur in the darkness. I set the book down and just sit and listen and sip. there are still a few fireflies about. after a while, I gather my things and return to the house. to real life. a real life with room for indulgence.