tiny memorial

I move across the country in a couple weeks, so I’m losing one of my favorite current traditions and want to bid it farewell. 

Here it is:

Walk across the street to my neighborhood brewery, pick up a pint and a half of a red IPA or a pilsner in an oversized bottle, walk back to sit by the swamp behind my apartment. Always forget a bottle opener (100% of the time, though I have done this weekly for the past several months) so I open it on the rough edge of a crappy grill & scrape my wrist, then drink while I read - or these days, write - as the sun goes down.

Always a lovely time and I will miss it.