Being With People

I missed seeing my friends.  As a group, we had last gotten together in February.  It was now May.  I invited everyone over to sit apart in my backyard and drink wine.  I chose to serve an appetizer that I could prepare and plate for each person so that we did not need to touch someone else’s food.  Respect for sheltering-in-place.  And so we talked, and so we caught up, and so we laughed.  Most importantly, we saw each other in person.