For what is brought quietly,
felt deeply,
and kept close.
With the care it deserves,
a feeling becomes the evening.
Close to someone
One person can be the whole evening.
The evening softens.
The city stays before you.
Nothing asks to be hurried.
What matters
has time to be felt.
Shared around the table
Every evening asks for its own pace.
The table is ready
For the reason only you know
For the people beside you
For the feeling that made
this evening matter.
