He was leaving my house and although he would come back it would never be the same and we stood at my counter exhausted by the summer and filled with grief and trepidation for the future; the bottle of Rittenhouse poured into mason half-pint jars. Clinked them together.
"Why do we drink this?"
Laughter.
"Exhausted by the summer": perfect.
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ReplyDeleteI really, really love (good) rye. Bulleit rye on the rocks is becoming a go-to.
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