Late Lunch

This room feels far away but it is a place I know . A place where you sit and watch as the light moves across the china , crystal , and wood. There would be the kind of uneven stone floor that chairs don't slide across . After lunch you would be forced to sit a while and drink sips of white wine gone a little warm and think about reading . Hills outside , and gravel paths , some work to do but later when you are rested and ready . My kind of place .