I like the word, ‘brisk’.
It’s like a tight slap to wake you up for night driving.
It’s like being dunked in ice-cold water by a communist.
It’s like meeting an ex with a better better-half by your side.
It’s like black coffee on a fuzzy morning, tearing your mind apart.
I like the word, ‘brisk’.
Inspired by the current weather and this comic by fowllanguagecomics –
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