It is still warm, the birds are singing, and I can hear a car rolling by slowly in a nearby street. The youthful (and somewhat goofy) sounding guys in the garden across from ours has gone inside, and the neighbours have tucked in their kids. It is lovely and quiet, and I am sipping gin&lime from a dewy glass, enjoying the soft clicking of the ice cubes.
We have every day from 4 pm to 8 am at our disposal, and life is good.
What more could I ask for? (Well, besides maybe having 8 am to 4 pm at my disposal, too)