late sunday afternoon, princeton.

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When I got off the train on Sunday afternoon around 5pm in Princeton Junction, the sun was casting a glorious, warm glow across just about everything.  By the time we got to the house, prepared to head out again with picnic blanket and wine, the clouds, grumpy and grey, decided to make an appearance.  We crossed our fingers and waited for the sun to reappear.  In the meanwhile we threw the blanket down on a nice patch of green stared up at the sky and drank wine from a single glass — the second one had broken en route to our destination, an avenue of trees beside a wild meadow of brush.
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A bit more waiting, a bit more wine.  Shoes taken off for good measure.
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Languor, and then payoff!  Poking in below the clouds and just above the treeline, the sun made its grand return.  We moved the blanket and our things in order to get an optimal spot, taking full advantage of the warming sun and the late afternoon breeze.  It was a most excellent way to decompress after a long, family-filled weekend.
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