I take one sip from a can of beer that is not supposed to be in the fridge. It is bitter and disgusting. I swallow and immediately put it away. The night is humid, wet from an unpredicted rain, and warm from a prolonged summer that is too bland, too plain. I thought maybe a new taste, like a cold beer would add a little excitement to this night, but I didn’t realize that it would taste just as bitter as a cup of coffee. So I’m going to indulge myself with my usual hot tea, and I’ll just accept the fact that for now, life is stable, mild and dull.