Perhaps life should not be as deep as it is, coffee in the morning and evening chai by the window watching the fading hues of the sun as it flirts with the sea, refusing to part, lingering long enough for the ever so eager body of water to make one last attempt at reflecting the beauties of its departing lover.
A gathering by the moonlight when the witching hour is nigh, blankets wrapped around tepid bodies, laughter filling the night, providing entertainment to the long-eared owl hiding in the thick of the woods.