isn't it a lovely night?

And so alight with fireflies providing us their holy light

And here we made a bed of boughs

And thistle down that we had found to lay upon the dewy ground

And isn't it a lovely way?

We got in from our play

Isn't it, babe? A sweet little baby

Wasn't it a lovely breeze

That swept the leaves of arbor eaves 

and bent to brush our blushing knees?

And here we died our little deaths

And we were left to catch our breaths 

so swiftly lifting from our chests?

And isn't it a lovely way?

We got in from our play

Isn't it babe? A sweet little baby

lyrics from The Decemberists,

photos taken by my friend, Marcos Avila,

and my new Dolce Vita wedges

equal the perfect night for a walk down the promenade.

I kept humming this tune last night..