There are candles burning, the moon is full and Billie Holiday is playing lazily from an old-fashioned phonograph. A bottle of red wine is sitting on the table and we (there is a we, a comfortable we) are sitting out on the fire escape sipping wine and talking about this and that.
I'm filled with a sense of peace and contentment. All is right with the world and time has slowed to a crawl.
These, and moments like them, are the moments we live for.
If this isn't nice, what is?