a midsummer night

Close your eyes and escape, imagine. A warm early September evening. The sun has just set leaving the stars to twinkle next to a mostly full moon. A breeze rolls through, cool but not cold. The green grass ripples like little waves in the ocean. A white tent is on the edge of a grove of trees, dividing them from the open pasture. It sticks out like a beacon being the only source of light for miles. Lights twinkle like fairies hanging down from the trees. The soft light shows round white tables spread around with rich purple flowers in the center surrounded by candles. Gold plates and silverware glitter on top of plum cloth napkins. Eight gold spindle chairs surround each table, sinking slightly into the soft earth beneath it. Going inside the nearby tent the senses are overwhelmed with the smell of food. Mashed potatoes, fried chicken, casseroles, green beans, and biscuits laden down several tables. Purple and gold flowers and ribbons adorn the tables adding elegance to the country feel. A table off to the side holds large pitchers of sweet tea and pecan pie, peach pie and a cake. The cake is three tiers covered in white fondant with plum purple sugar flowers covering it. The flowers look almost real with golden steams and golden centers. A wooden dance floor lays in the middle of the tent with a string quartet behind, playing softly. Just outside of the tent fireflys fly around shimmering like magic. Barefoot children yell cries of joy as they try to catch these elusive bugs. A carriage waits off to the side with horses stamping their hoofs tired of standing still, waiting to whisk the new happy couple off to a world of dreams and new beginnings.