A crowded pub with noisy babble
A booth to myself
(The sun barely reaches me here)
The hometown team in the playoffs
A dark beer half drunk
A Reuben, and tots on the side
The pleasant fatigue of after a run
Punk rock in the air
The only way this could be better is the warmth of new limerance.
It’s still good enough to be the best moment I’ve had in recent memory. I want to keep it forever, but I’m old enough to know that it is sweet because it is fleeting.
