Someday I want to have a luxurious armchair in a house that has a fireplace near a picture window opening out onto a view apropriate for gazing at in the moonlight after a snowfall while sipping cognac. I had that vision when I was in junior high school, and the rightness of it has stuck with me since.
(Actually there are two comfy chairs (and tall shelves full of books) in the picture in my mind, and a friend is sitting in the other chair. We both stare out the landscape, and have one of those slow-motion conversations where long, comfortable silences are punctuated by unhurried observations and comments once in a while, with much more being communicated than is spoken.)
Seriously, that scene's been in the back of my mind for decades now. It's on my lifetime to-experience list.
But it has to be really good cognac. And a very good friend.
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(Actually there are two comfy chairs (and tall shelves full of books) in the picture in my mind, and a friend is sitting in the other chair. We both stare out the landscape, and have one of those slow-motion conversations where long, comfortable silences are punctuated by unhurried observations and comments once in a while, with much more being communicated than is spoken.)
Seriously, that scene's been in the back of my mind for decades now. It's on my lifetime to-experience list.
But it has to be really good cognac. And a very good friend.