Saturday Beer
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
A Saturday beer tastes better when nobody needs anything from the rest of the afternoon. #
Beer on Saturday. Simple. We went out after lunch, stayed longer than intended, talked, watched people, walked home slowly. The city was cold and clear. I bought bread on the way because adulthood follows you even when you are pleasantly tipsy. I carried beer, bread and happiness home in approximately equal quantities.
Remember me, Eclipse.
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