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By this time, early Sunday evening, the rain had stopped and the sky was clearing. I drove with my convertible top down and parked my car. When I arrived, it was nearly twilight. I was meeting a friend for coffee at Stork’s on Las Olas. She was late and I waited inside, wondering if it was too humid to enjoy sitting outdoors. But Oksana is Russian and staying in the air conditioning wasn’t even a question – why waste nice warm weather when you have it? There’s not a lot of tropical heat in Moscow. So I bought our coffees and we found a pleasant table by the canal where we could talk.
We swatted a few mosquitoes at first. But they did not bother us as we sat there. As we chatted I began to relax, I felt myself sinking into the sensuous warmth of the twilight. There was the softest breeze drifting along the canal, brushing over our skin like a wind of whispers. People walked along Las Olas and sat down near us on the patio and drank and ate and left. We stayed.
Oksana is an exceptionally intelligent and beautiful woman, an attorney with an MBA in her own country. So despite her struggles with English and my non-existent Russian, our conversation sifted through politics and economics and immigration policy. We talked about her two young children and my writing career and the joys of a day at a Broward beach. I even tried to help her with English. We seemed to laugh often so I guess our discussion didn’t become overly serious. It seemed too lovely outside by then to become overly serious. The twilight was settling into night. The Stork’s white twinkle lights turned on, to a round of applause from folks sitting on the patio. And the evening moved by gently, langorous as the tropical air. Sometimes summer is the best time to savor South Florida. This was one of those times.
We swatted a few mosquitoes at first. But they did not bother us as we sat there. As we chatted I began to relax, I felt myself sinking into the sensuous warmth of the twilight. There was the softest breeze drifting along the canal, brushing over our skin like a wind of whispers. People walked along Las Olas and sat down near us on the patio and drank and ate and left. We stayed.
Oksana is an exceptionally intelligent and beautiful woman, an attorney with an MBA in her own country. So despite her struggles with English and my non-existent Russian, our conversation sifted through politics and economics and immigration policy. We talked about her two young children and my writing career and the joys of a day at a Broward beach. I even tried to help her with English. We seemed to laugh often so I guess our discussion didn’t become overly serious. It seemed too lovely outside by then to become overly serious. The twilight was settling into night. The Stork’s white twinkle lights turned on, to a round of applause from folks sitting on the patio. And the evening moved by gently, langorous as the tropical air. Sometimes summer is the best time to savor South Florida. This was one of those times.
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