| the kitchen |
[Dec. 23rd, 2013|12:21 am] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | very cold | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | dean martin with white christmas - in my head | ] |
In the middle of our dog walking path there is a kitchen. It's on the first floor of the 2 story house.
This kitchen has a big window without curtains or rolls or any other stuff people put in front of their windows to hide from the world. This magical kitchen is not hidden from anyone who is passing by. On the contrary - it is brightly lit with warm feeling to the light, because of the creamy walls.
There's a big table right behind the window. Usually there are 3 people sitting at the table - 2 women and a man. They are all pretty young - I would say in their late 20ies or early 30ies. They drink wine and laugh. And there's a second man - he's always cooking. I always imagine the second couple just coming over for dinner, because there's usually a car parked outside the gate.
To me these perfectly happy people look like they're from the movie, because I don't believe in this happy - have your friends for home dinner and your husband [or whatever] cooking for you every night kinda life. It is almost like I could hear Sinatra or Dean Martin kind of music. And as if it wasn't enough - today they hung out Christmas lights. |
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