I knew but a house — for most of my childhood it was one. The only refuge I knew — it was safe and boring … it never moved, no matter how many books I devoured when all had gone to bed — I couldn’t cast away a spell onto a far away island, no…
Sunset
With the waning, the closing of the day I fight to hold onto the dying light Watching sun burn quiet into a star Strength fading from hot white to cold black night Lost in transformation, my faith is found In tranquil treasures of a changing sky Gradients radiance burst hopes aglow Rusted, reborn, recast, regenerates…
“India Pale Ale” (American IPA), Microbrasserie La Chouape
Sooner or later, we were going to have to tackle the question of what the heck is sur lie (which translates as “on the lees” in English). You’ve undoubtedly seen in as I have on some European labels and it is an even more common description on the labels of Quebec beers. So, what does it…