It’s dark outside and the porch is illuminated by candle light. Everyone has that slightly exhausted and content feeling that only eating slightly too much can cause – just like Christmas. It rained earlier and the mosquito coils are burning. This, combined with the candles form a hazy summer evening smell all around us. My senses are peaked by the gentle strum of a guitar and hums to what are fast becoming my favourite tunes, due to evenings like this. The night descends in to hours of guitar cords and classic REM and RHCP and salt shakers.
I have happy eyes.