beginning of a conversation

It is sunny mid afternoon now.  Just enough slant of the sunshine, just enough 
shade in the garden.  Just enough brightness with the door open, 
just enough breeze through windows, filtering through gossamer curtains.  
The dogs at my feet, napping.  The weekend laundry on the clothesline, dry.  
In a minute, we can have some tea.  The kind that are flowers 
that float  on the water and bloom on the cup telling all is good.  
There may be some biscocho to have along with it.  Or in a minute, 
we can go.  Leave every thing now while time is still good; and go.