Blue cigar smoke drifted lazily out over the backyard, illuminated by moon light. At this point, all that was left in his glass were a few pieces of smoothed ice marinating in watered-down whiskey that tinked and clanked against the sides with every move. The last sip, often an afterthought, went down as easily as the rest of the drink did—slowly and with purpose.
Midnight Lullaby
Midnight Lullaby
Midnight Lullaby
Blue cigar smoke drifted lazily out over the backyard, illuminated by moon light. At this point, all that was left in his glass were a few pieces of smoothed ice marinating in watered-down whiskey that tinked and clanked against the sides with every move. The last sip, often an afterthought, went down as easily as the rest of the drink did—slowly and with purpose.