Happy Hour

This is actually an interesting read. It's slightly abstract, and I like that about it. The last three stanzas are by far my favourite. The audio elements of the clinking of the glasses and the sound of the beating rain, also make it a bit of a feast for the imagination. Thank you for the read.

And thank you, dear Missy, for coming by to read & express.  This means a great deal.

Slow drinking on a rainy day/night thinking of the one who isn't...

I wish I could say this was a foreign feeling... I wish

Great deep melancholy...

So sparse,  so cutting

RL

tommy

Yes, yes ...and yes. Thank you, tommy.🐾

Thank you, T.  I'm glad you don't mind.😌

But could he hear the lonely
roaming hiss
Of hydroplaning?

I don't believe I've heard anyone discribe such a truth in a sound as that loneliness which ensues a hydroplane in the rain. The disturbance of a peaceful puddle distributed into the cold concrete surrounding it.

There's a resolve and melancholy about this one, Jade.  A coming in out of the rain with other weary seekers to contemplate being somewhere else, with someone else.

Good write.

Oh, dear sister... the beauty of your insightful embrace has brought tears to my eyes... xo

Much like the above comments,
I believe the sounds described throughout
have such a way of drawing one in. Felt as if I
were right there with you as I read.
Amazing, Jade, truly a pleasure to read you...

Thank you, Kasai, to watch and partake vicariously.  Phantom.  When it's I who is phantom to the reader.  I never tire of the intercourse.

I'm going to read this one again later, working on my third-or-so gin and tonic.  Not that I don't love it now!  Fine work Jade...

Thank you, my crowfly friend, for the recommend, and I look forward to your thoughts when you're in the space. xo