A Nothing Sunday Afternoon in NOLA

There's nothing going on, but it doesn't feel that way. An intangible hum of warmth and humility is easing along the space between. Maybe the concertina driven arrangement of "Whatever Lola Wants" lilting from the radio on the heels of three hours of raw Zydeco has helped build this almost imperceptible layer. Was that what inspired the simple, elegant lunch assembly paced like that romantic grocery store commercial where the couple, together in the kitchen, feed each other morsels giggling after a stressful day's work? Is that what now bolsters our plans for a late afternoon barbecue that is more about sitting on the patio drinking chilled wine and listening to the live oak leaves rustle in the new cooler breezes of the oncoming fall? It's this roux, this rich and savory sauce, this underlying sense of being in a special place that allows for a contextual flow...other places have it - Caribbean islands, hearts of metropolitan cities, remote wilderness areas...here for some reason little simple activities seem so brilliant, so chic, so satisfying that the thread of ideas is endless.