No one ever has, and no one ever will. The only time I'm even remotely close to mellow is when I drink Shiraz on an empty stomach or when I'm fast asleep. The rest of the time I'm about as far from mellow as a person can be without needing medication for the complete absence of mellow-osity.
But this motif is yellow and the quiet evening stroll I took with My Beloved has me feeling about as mellow as I can possible feel while also being sober and conscious, so I thought the title worked.
May 7, 2009
I envy the mellow-minded among us. I do. If I knew how, I'd join your ranks in a heartbeat.
In the meantime I'll just continue to keep lots of Shiraz on hand.
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