Iniquity
Well-Known Member
After pitching the yeast and quarantining my primary, I find myself gazing at the beautiful sight of 5-gallons of finely crafted liquid just waiting to transform to perfection. Sometimes as I pass by, I'll sit down for a bit just to keep my creation company. Although saying things like "Hows its going buddy" and "You're looking good!" often come out of my mouth, it probably doesn't help the process at all I suspect. As I sit here miles away from my precious, I ponder what she's doing right now. Still expelling the ever so wonderful gasses that proves she's a winner? Has she settled, just patiently waiting for my capable hands to accompany her to the vessel where she'll bath in the perfection she has obtained?
I need a drink.
I need a drink.