Since the round trip takes maybe two-tenths of a gallon of gas, it isn't much trouble to check in with the neighbors. Good gossip that I am, I've brought back the news.
The Clarks had been to dinner; dancing to follow.
This reminds me somewhat of myself trying to do yoga, except Friend He Rohn is far more graceful and probably objects to my calumny...>
...which is entirely understandable. "All metaphors must fail," I explained. Friend He Rohn replied, wordlessly.
The boyfriends are showy, noisy fellows.
And nature deems this subtle beauty a fitting foil to their exuberance. Likely she tells her grandmothers, "Once you were young, too, and cared only for pretty faces."
Subtlety is not, however, a hallmark of the neighborhood.
There are grand exceptions: the bloo-wing-ed teel, for example.
And the av Oh! cette who steal in, silently and extravagantly lovely.