a pub moment

The pub is warm

windows thrown open

salty sea air on the ocean breeze

pre-dusk clouds glow 

with reds, a tinge of orange

the barkeep laughs

as he cuts a steaming soda bread

the joke:  he's poured a full pint

of Guinness into the batter

the result is a brown moist delight

washed down with another stout

and a shot of Jameson