City in a bar

 Early summer evenings.

The sun is bright and mellow. 

There's a very delicate outline of a moon in the sky.

The light glows, gleams, shines, rubs off, melts and melds onto various buildings and the humble wall outside my house that I stare at.

The city that I see reclining on my bean bag - skewed tops of buildings, a croocked sky, a planter that looks giant-sized from my vantage point...they remind me of liquorsin large cutglass bottles. 

One of them is a fresh, light white wine.

Another is a robust, tasty Sambuca.

Another is a fun and flirty Beetlejuice liqueur.

Bandra says cheers!