the gull and the druid

When you take a sip,

it reminds you of summers spent in the northern fields, eating raw sugar beats straight from the ground still saturated in manure and worm.

Raise Concern.

Spit the milk into the gulls face.

Finish the Fight

Drink the rest of the now lukewarm solution.

Read

Stare deeply into the cloudy glass to see what shall and shall not be.

Pay it Forward.

Offer the rest to the halfling.