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!
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