I gaze up at the sky. The sun has now dropped below the horizon. The fleeting colors of dusk begin to fade, leaving only fragments of the rich hues of red blended with oranges, purples, and crimson as the evening shift begins, making way for the moon. The chill of the night air graces my lips as I inhale, and my butt has gotten wet from the grass. Tummy rumbling, I drag my body inside and turn on the stove, opening a new bottle of shiraz and pouring a generous glass.
I had purchased a fresh piece of eye fillet steak earlier in the day, having cravings for something red and juicy, and now have the thick meat resting in a dish next to the burner. Marinating the fillet with garlic and several herbs from my garden, I sprinkle a pinch of sea salt and black pepper for seasoning. Pulling out swe
