The go to after long days, short days, good days and bad. A bottle of pinot noir, sometimes some cheese (or a jar of pickles). Window always open so we can hear Billie Holiday play from the record inside, with our Christmas lights strung, even in July.
Some nights we laughed till we peed and others we cried because it hurt too much to talk. I’ll never forget sitting out here holding umbrellas over our heads while it rained because we couldn’t bare to finish our conversation inside on the couch. It’s funny how an old, rusted fire escape can give you a homey feeling. But I’ve never felt more at home in my life.