Chapter 9: Magic
August 7, 2014
The Glimmer Martini: 6 Parts Currant Vodka, 1 Part Dry Vermouth, 1 Part Fino Sherry, 1 Lemon Twist.
Midnight and under the summertime stars, washed with silver-blue moonlit, we walked down Washington Street, and headed towards Lake Erie, swinging our connected hands to and fro. The night was more than stunning and breathtaking, if there was such a description. The air was thick with lavender and summer hay from surrounding farms. The moon was a large sphere of bright, white light overhead, shining down on our bodies, illuminating us as if were tiny Martians.
Once we reached the lake, the night glistened with black, blue, and silver hues, which I thought stunning. He squeezed my hand within his own, and said, “Tonight is magical.”
“Magic doesn’t exist. I
