The thing about eating outside is you forget about the dishes. The kids wander off to the other part of the backyard to play a game with tennis rackets and a jump rope, and you put your feet up on their chairs. They are loud, and it doesn’t sound at all like noise. It sounds nice.
And you linger. And you don’t miss the sunset (again). And you hear the church bells (somewhere), and you pick at the chicken skin and rest.