LATE AFTERNOON. PALOMAS MIXED BY THE FIRE PIT. A WALL OF GARDEN ROSES BLUSH UNDER THE SETTING SUN, LILTING IN THE MID-SUMMER HEAT. CHILLED GLASSES SWEAT BY THE FLAME AND CREAM CASHMERE CASCADES OVER TANNED SHOULDERS, AWAITING THE NIGHT’S BREEZE. A NEW ROMANCE RISES FROM THE ASHES, HEADY WITH A RICH CEDAR SMOKE.
