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... to let go of the world.
Fall is almost here so I transferred my after dinner cigar and bourbon to the porch where I can see the setting sun paint vermilion strokes on the cliffs.
I sit in my chair and light my cigar and sip my bourbon on ice with intention of toking on the stogie at such a pace as to not let the ash fall to the ground and sipping my bourbon in time with the melting ice so that in the end I have not flicked the one-inch ash off and the last tiny drop of bourbon is sipped down with the last blade of ice.
And then i notice i have not been thinking of anything in that time.
Fall is almost here so I transferred my after dinner cigar and bourbon to the porch where I can see the setting sun paint vermilion strokes on the cliffs.
I sit in my chair and light my cigar and sip my bourbon on ice with intention of toking on the stogie at such a pace as to not let the ash fall to the ground and sipping my bourbon in time with the melting ice so that in the end I have not flicked the one-inch ash off and the last tiny drop of bourbon is sipped down with the last blade of ice.
And then i notice i have not been thinking of anything in that time.
