Solar PowerCertain domestic disasters have fallen upon us. I would moan the question of why we rent our home, but for the knowing that did we own it, we would have entirely different problems that would make us turn the question back to the happy days of rent checks and calls to supers. What remains: bits of our place are damp that should not be. Our hands thrown up: we go out to eat.
We stomp down the streets to the little Italian place which we have shamefully been neglecting. We sit outside, forgetting that the arc of the sun travels so as to pour its might down onto our table should we eat there too early, which we have. I do not mind this, but it makes my companions hot. The sun has other effects.
For the first course, the sun pours in and makes play with the glass of wine at my left hand, casting a bright straw colored shadow from the stem and gentle slash of pure ruby from the wine. These two colors happen to be framed in perfect symmetry by the bread plate when we first notice them. The sun, too, illuminates the anitpasto plate. Things on it glisten in the strong light of the sun, the oils making jewels of almost everything. Come the third course, across from me sits a fish stew, blinking and rippling in the light, wet with seafood.
I do not know why people do not eat outside.
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