so much

I want to sit at an old table outside after sunset, insects, candles, warm, warm air. My arms tired from a long swim in the lake.
I want to wrap an old soft blanket around my legs when it gets cool.

I want to get a bit drunk and later on, some 70s music, something with elaborate guitars and long meaningful harmonies. I want to hum along and get up and throw my arms wide and dance.