I Have Random Thoughts Of Randomness

Captain Morgan salutes my choice, passively waiting to be quaffed.
There is stillness in the air as the sun tracks its way behind the mountain peak, threatening within moments the demise of today's rays.
Crashing my personal space, too fast to swat an errant fly momentarily destroying the tranquility.
A chill replaces the last of the evening rays instigating a bottoms up and a glowing inner warmth.
Captain Morgan I enjoy you.