Mellow Drizzle

I remember the night cracked open like a cold beer, the fizz as you flipped the bottle opener sideways, the sky opening up into the crystal white light of Friday evening.

I felt like it could have swallowed us whole.

The night cracked open and shared itself with us. The first taste on your lips, the sigh and the sit down, the hazy glance, a smile lurking.

Mellow drizzle.

It is a rare thing to be afraid of nothing.