June 22, 2016: Empty
A joyous gathering must have taken place here. Walking in an hour too late, not a person was in sight. The garden lights were still on: flames flickering in the summer night. Chairs were scattered around each table, remnants of guests intermingling at length. This wasn’t a party of small talk, but one where chic men and women conversed at length. Empty dessert plates, wine glasses and scrunched handkerchiefs were scattered around the bouquets atop each table. The band must have been stationed off to the side but in plain view. Sheets of notes remained on the stands, each page slowly flapping up then down with the light breeze. An aura of sophistication filled the empty garden.