The candle didn’t hold a candle to the sunset.

Later, in the calm of an evening salon, we shared pen and pencil, exchanged unsweetened chocolate and changed the world.

Now we’ve created a respite from the hustle and bustle of intelligent debate, shopping trips and melting ice cream cones, we can start filming the speeches of dancing plants and radiant flowers.

Last, but by no means least, we sent you an invite – consider it received, to open your window and shout “I will”. That, at exactly eight o’clock in the evening wherever you are.

It’s done. All complete.

Now the next thing and an order of fresh artichoke.

A stellar style of clothing.

Onward, toward the route of celebration.

Seems good.

You, me and the tree.

No waiting.

Any time you want, all you have to do is call.

Great things are predicted in the gardens of palaces and the strips and biscuit-sized dollops of land you may own.

A winding path lined with eucalyptus trees sealed my decision like the clunk of a safe door closing.

Time. Time to mobilize our own mental multi-tool. The galaxy has just expanded. Find the parking space at 105 million miles, turn left and slow down for the driveway. Yellow gate…you have arrived!

Where the birds fly free and the wine flows like a friendly river.

Palms and dates.

Feet and friends.

We tend to be surprised by the things that are of little consequence and ignore the sweeping changes that make every day an ice cream day.

Today may be a relaxing lesson or a time to paddle in shallow water.

Shoes on the moon.

Let’s go further.

Hats on Mars.

Hi neighbor.

Let’s start a meeting.

My cigar is a chocolate cake.

Your cognac is a pomegranate on ice.

Twice!