Friday, June 29, 2012

HBH 292

Sitting on the deck,
A tall, cold drink in one's hand.
Balmy summer nights.

Gosh, it is nice to catch America in the early-ish summer, before the humidity has got too stupid, when the scorching sunshine of the day still seems invigorating and happy rather than oppressive, yet the evenings come as a blissful exhalation of relief, and the wheezy chirp of crickets is a constant backdrop.

Strange as it may seem, I have rather easily shrugged off the allure of hops and barley. This week, the cold drink in my hand has almost invariably been lemonade or iced tea - or simply water.

The upcoming 'holiday week' will probably put an end to this unaccustomed spell of healthy living, though.

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