Brewed Beverage of Choice: A Bottle of Anchor Steam that I snuck on the train rather than pay Amtrak’s outrageous prices!
I prefer the way the world looks at dusk with its darkness and shadowy faces instead of in complete light. At dusk the world retains its mysteriousness. It is The Shadow of old time radio. And while, yes, in the light you can make out faces and trees and streets, etc. As its alter ego, The Shadow, one may see the shape of a tree, but would not know if it were an oak, or pear, or hickory. They may not know that a particular tree is missing a branch from the thunderstorm two days ago. Or that it is missing a piece of its skin. It is merely a tree! And it sits amongst all the trees. You do not get that in the judgment of the daylight. So Prost! to the shadowy figures that dusk brings!
Prost!
a relaxing confucian brewer in Seattle