Fire and ice
Beans are chilli. Indeedy so. Caught out is a tickle of single digit celsius mornings and falling far too shy of a progressively heavy Weather Report. Dusted the merino-mail in favour of fancy. Snapped dragons and got stung when a post-prac evening hitch-back went cryogenic. But for Al Di Meola, ablaze and tearing the Hymn to strips, there'd be a body on ice at the local. Pity this isn't on tap any more.