Soft Southern Nights




Dinner had ended, Pops retired to his office, Molly to the kitchen to finish cleanup, and a young lady took her young man out to the veranda for some fresh air.

Chantilly lace and a pretty face
 And a pony tail hangin’ down
A wiggle in the walk and a giggle in the talk
Make the world go ’round”.

“Sounds like he’s singing about you, darlin’ girl”.  The music drifted across the veranda to the young couple sitting on the swing.  “Dance”? she teased.  “Sure”, and they worked their way into their own style of jitter/swing, both enjoying the casual play of the dance.  Just as quickly the music morphed into a soft slow ballad and they eased into an intimate, romantic waltz.  As it ended, they drifted back to the couch, snuggling and whispering to each other until the moon had reached its apogee and was retreating toward morning.  Then slowly, hand in hand they mounted the stairway and went off to bed cuddling after a goodnight kiss. 

So many soft southern nights passed like this in the quieter, simpler time of their love.





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