welcome ...

to our humble abode, i tell them. quickly hang another garland of berries on the front door, straighten the bamboo mat, usher them in. warm air melts their frozen skin, october chills already threatening to whitewash nature's mosaic of colours. toasting bottles of homemade beer we light some candles and set to decorating our pizzas, laughter mellowing out any initial tensions, easing out the social wrinkles. like a second date, we're falling into a groove of natural sharing while cautiously stepping around certain topics like cracks in the sidewalk. glasses clink, tea is brewed, chairs tip back, another beer for the boys, another topic to digest. the clock ticks lazily, unnoticed until the moon pulls us with magnetic rays into the night sky and we stand, waving goodbye to our new friends. God is good.