The other night, I was invited to celebrate two friends’ birthdays in a welcoming house outside the city.
The table was beautifully set and my friends had prepared some fantastic food. There were warm people, good conversations, lots of wine and a fireplace. Even a soft, furry dog that put its head in my lap.
It was the kind of evening I can dream about when it is dark, cold and lonesome, and I was delighted to be there.