Pure Observation

"My family would always gather together on Sunday nights. We'd enjoy a little lemonade, a little plate of ribs, enthrall ourselves in lengthy conversations about nothing you'd think would be wonderful for quiet, lovely nights. We'd sit down on wooden chairs lined up next to the lightly clothed table. Everyone had a seat they preferred than the next. It would always be the big ordeal of the night; choosing where to sit and who to spend the star lit evening next to."