Picnic- what an appropriately fun word. A pleasing, light-hearted
occasion. Even times when the weather has prevented a planned picnic
from being outdoors have been good for me- picnics on the family room
floor, the food spread on an old bedspread. There's something good
and refreshing about sometimes eating a meal in an unorthodox
location. Even a hot dog from a street vendor takes on extra good
flavor, it seems, eaten while sitting on a wall downtown, watching the
world swirl by. Does this count as a picnic? Not quite- a picnic
should be with a number of friends or family, ideally in a more
natural place than a street corner. With games, good conversation,
sunshine and breezes. Often it seems children from neighboring groups
come around; friendliness is rampant. Share food and fun.
Or there is the special one-on-one picnic with a lover, in a secluded
spot. A loaf of bread, a bottle of wine and thou. Come on down for a
stone soul picnic... Laura knew the joy of it.
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