Today's OneWord: Patio

We sat on my grandmother's patio, just under the wooden awning so the sun couldn't quite reach our already sweating brows, and shared a can of cold beer between us. We were lucky to have brought a cooler of ice to the barbecue - once the power blew, there was no way we could utilize the refrigerator. So Donna and I took turns sipping, letting the bitter foam gloss over our dry, chapped lips before the carbonation settled into our stomachs like it had found a new home.