Consolations and Resolutions
Pop, hiss. Crack went M’s knee joint. It was always out of whack. The former sounds were the beer I had tabbed open. The foam flowing over my hand leaving it sticky. It was only the first so it was no big deal. The first one of the day always needed to be shared. Sometimes it was with a friend like M, sometimes it was just with the ground and all who were in it. Today it was shared with both.
M took a sip, wiped the foam from their chin and smiled. It was a good day. The sun was out, but didn’t yet have the strength of summer. So sitting as we were it was comfortable without being obnoxious. Luckily there was just enough heat to keep the flies away and make the beer feel even colder.
M took another sip and passed the can back. Most of it was gone. But that wasn’t a problem. I had five more waiting for us. I threw it back letting the warm beer suds washing over me. M had held onto this one too long.
The next beer I tabbed opened with one hand, the other I used to toss the empty behind us. M said nothing as was usual for them. Which worked just fine for me. Today was not for talking. Today was for drinking.
Today’s art is courtesy of Maks Trofimov from Moscow, Russia.