Evening By The Lake Comments

That evening reminded me of a story imagined long ago, not so much in words as in visions of a house near the lake, with gardens not as precisely made as the French ones, yet more elegant. These visions were reoccurring from time to time and I didn't know if they reflected some kind of lost reality, future bliss, or simply daily dreams. For years I tried to suppress them, thinking they could be distractions in the real world. Yet I tried to cherish them, because I never fully understood what the real world is, and thought that deeper beauty and reality are not measured by the obvious or by our usual perception of it.

It looked as if the whole day was a preparation for this special evening, when I faced the reality of visions that always seemed unreal and too blissful. Invited to dinner by the parents of a lady I recently met, the evening finally came.

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