Afterwork

Friday evening
On a rainy day. On a rainy week. On a rainy month.
Traffic lights have replaced the tinsels. Two rocks are floating in my whisky glass.
Cheers to you.
The soundtrack of this moment: blurry mix of conversations in a bar. Laugther. Chips cracking. Beers poured.
And the cash register opening.
It's friyay! Let's rush our souls into the blink of an eye which is called a weekend.
Let's dive into a first glass that will lead to another.
Cheers!
Your mind next to mine for a toast
Our glasses clinking like tinkerbells as their shining bodies meet.\Warm, peated sip going through the guts.
Wishing you a good weekend.
Hugs attached to the message.

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