A lone woman sits at an outside table of a restaurant.
Reading the paper.
Sipping gloriously cold Semillon.
Nibbling at La Bouche D’Affinois.
The breeze whispering past her skin.
Moments of guilt; “I should be catching up with friends on this one night off”.
Then settling back to calm.
Hours pass.
A night spent selfishly.
But happily.