"He stood for a moment with his face to the window watching and hearing the water slide across it, sipping at his beer in small mouthfuls as he did, feeling already that growing pain and energy as he drank. Then they called to him, and he went over and sat finishing the one pint and taking another, feeling the warmth of it through the bottle. The wine was going round again [...] The click of the bottles in the rain, the half darkness of the shed. [...] The wine was finished now, and they set the two empty bottles on the bench, continued slowly drinking the warm beer. There was a point he sometimes reached when drinking—a point when he knew he would be able to go all night dancing and singing and drinking. He wished to dance and sing tonight. He wished to do that now setting his head back to guzzle the beer, the bitter-sweet taste of it." 🍺 #thecomingofwinter #davidadamsrichards #beer https://www.instagram.com/p/B7G2FnkoY2S/?igshid=18arhx9z5u0y8