When a young man's thoughts turn to....beer. A flashback to the warmer, and seemingly distant, days of last summer. Will they ever return? And we have yet to reach the shortest day of the year.
I was walking downtown and had to be somewhere early afternoon. I noticed the long length of my shadow and panicked, logically thinking it must be four or five o'clock.
No worry - it was only noon. With the sun just snaking above the horizon.
What was I thinking, anyway? The suns sets at 4pm.
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