Yeah, the cider awaits a keeper and well, apparently I'm not fit for the job. At least not for the past few weeks. Instead I sit next to the screened window feeling the cool moisture laden breeze rush in over my arm. Noticing the luminescence of daylight objects as the rays of the sun bounce around to fall pink and orange lighting up the green with surreal glow. It grows darker and wetter. Thunder takes the stage now.
The cider will have to wait.