At 6:03 p.m. it became more clear to me: I have an affinity for certain suites.
Here is one:
It was a glorious performance and fine accompaniment to a picnic (too hot indoors) at the edge of the parking lot near my
patio deck. Why kid myself? It is made of boards and is ever-so-slightly elevated off the ground and other people call it a deck and I will henceforth, but a patio somewhere would be nice.
Another suite would be nice too, perhaps with an ocean view.
A suite of sweets we may call dessert.