I guess I’m not ready to start the new year yet. Or my regular posting.
My husband and I were dining at a local Italian eatery on Monday. The restaurant nestles on the edge of a spit, a few feet from the bay. Wind whipped up the water. Rain ran in rivulets down the picture window on the the south side. Ducks and seagulls dove into the white caps searching for food.
Behind us, an open circular fireplace warmed the room. Garlic, butter, basil, rosemary, and seafood filled the air. Steam rose from our coffees, carrying with it a nutty aroma. A garland of small white Christmas lights still draped the domed dining room.
The music in the restaurant changed tracks and we heard Frank Sinatra sing, “As Time Goes By.”
We didn’t want to break the spell.
Listening to the song made me think of the one of my favorite Humphrey Bogart films, Casablanca. You remember the scene, where Sam, played by Dooley Wilson, is singing, and Ilsa and Rick are reunited.
Play it again, Sam. . .
Until next week my friends.