A horse with a mango-skin saddle rolling around in a heather and cotton ball meadow? Check.
Winning by virtue of saying Parangaricutirimicuaro? Check.
Opening to lilac apple cider? Check.
Watching Pannaiyarum Padminiyum on a lazy sunny pine-scented afternoon? Check.
An anise supernovae cauterizing my sense of self-actualization? Check.
The shchekotiki induced by searching the void for phrases to capture the gamut of sensations while drinking and playing chess with Vladimir Nabokov’s hologram? Check.
An especially earthen golem wrestling with the Ouroboros, preventing it from eating its own tail? Check.
Suffering particularly from Kakorrhaphiophobia while attempting to describe the finish? Check.
Bottling the essence of a sun-dappled pine climax forest on a crisp autumnal day while a zealous park ranger sparks a mound of leaves in a controlled burn? Check.
Failing to kneel in the presence of a superior being that might be a minor deity from a religion you don’t practice? Check.
–Our thanks to Alastair and The Whisky Barrel for the sample!