A father sits squats down, slowly, beside his child to put a heavy hand on his shoulder. He tells him a story about when he used to catch firefly's by his grandmother's deck, and about sweet lemonade, the southern winds and the swishy grass.
A large, loud family encircles a table. Heat blankets them from the patio heater standing beside them. The hours keep running by but the stories keep coming. Uncle Gerald just finished his glass of wine and as the server comes round to open another bottle for the table, a squeal of laughter escapes a little girl as her grandfather tickles her.
He stands alone, looking past this world into another. He is dreaming of a life while she watches him. She lets him be this time, letting him wander through his visions because it's still warm outside. There is no rush.
These places, I know.
No matter who you are, no matter where you've come from these windows into evening experiences are familiar and meaningful. Marketing strategies, technical specifications, high quality vs. low cost, these are all a part of modern living. But as soon as the sun sinks behind our formidable horizon, the world changes, slows down, becomes a safety for relaxation and comfort. These are the hours that fill our memories. They begin from our childhood, our family dinners, our intimate silent moments, our life changing discussions.
Patio comfort is about finding the right heater, about deciding which fuel source is the best option for you. It is about budgeting, designing, and researching. But these are all means to an end. What Patio Comfort is built upon is finding connections beyond the limitations of weather and time. The outdoor stage is sacred, it's a haven where even the silliest moments seem glory filled and where safety, comfort and memory meet.