That orange juice is also good. I like it best fresh squeezed.

The phone rings. It is Wes. He wants to talk to Misha. I hand the phone over and take another drink

It is smooth

I walk outside, where it is cold, dead-leafy, and beginning to sprinkle a bit of snow.
Can you see through this? Am I writing clearly enough for you? There are deer on the road, I wave them off. They will likely get hit later in the day.

It is rutting season, and they are taken over by hormones.

Darkness seeps into the air, like blue food coloring in a glass of water. A good time for the great taste of tacos. It's always morning in America. What a crock.