Oh I almost forgot... Happy Independence Day!!

The clouds slowly roll over the peaks of the slopes, floating down to the city below. A light northeastern breeze flutters the table cloths on the deck of Pim´s restaurant as the sunlight gracefully slips, and twilight settles in. The restaurant, so dimly light, ready for the candle lit dinner of it´s guests while sweet love songs play on the sound system in the background like My heart will go on from Titanic, and many others.

Across from the tables there are windows, big clear windows that peer over the view of Quito below, and the silent noises of the city. The atmosphere calming. The mood music soothing. The perfect place and time that creates an ideal proposal. The city stretched out below like a spilled jewelry box of all sorts of little gems and treasures. Each one with its own light and sparkle. You know, the kind that puts a twinkle in your eye. Hundreds and thousands of little crystals. Red, blue, purple and Gold. It would almost be quite appropriate to say the city appeared like the stars in the sky, like the arms of the Milky way, condensed yet long, spanning unfathomable distances across space and time.


The clouds are move now, across the city scape, covering the view of the lights; moving deathly slow claiming each twinkle for its own. On the grassy hill next to the restaurant the breeze picks up into a light wind. The clouds move more steadily now as the wisps can been seen passing just over head in the street lamps from behind. A Virgin emerges out of the fog just enough to be seen, and then vanishes again, leaving a faint impression of a memory behind. The chill in the wind is priceless. It calls memories forth of autumn, and spring time, old friends and memories. The reminiscent feeling never leaves, its there every night; clinging to the chill and caressing the mind.

Oh how i love it. All the moments that pour into my head. A night ride on a sailboat, as the full moon rises over the outlined pine mountains of the lake with the water reflecting what it can of the scene above. The soft whisper of the water rolling onto the shore, as we stare into the night sky, pondering our existence. Or the memory of a fire-lit massage, under the stars, so they can bear witness.

The countless memories, and the many more to come...