Slice of paradise in the city

I sat outside in someone's backyard yesterday watching the clouds drift as the sun faded away. 

It was a little bit of paradise in a slightly scary neighborhood.  You'd never have known it was there, but once you went up all the stairs and around to the back, it was beautiful. 

A tall deck with impossibly comfy chairs and in the tiny yard below a firepit and a rock garden with a tiny waterfall.  Lots of little lamps and a pine tree and hedges all around.  I got to hang out with some friends and meet some new people.  Poetry was read.  A small boy told jokes.  Birds made all kinds of noise.  There was root beer. 

It was glorious.