Shattered Dreams

This weekend was supposed to be the weekend. An official END to the lemon (2010) saga. But alas, the end came to a sudden and violent end for the limoncello. The jar, I had so carefully and diligently tended to these past few months... shattered.

There I was, admiring my jar of limoncello... sitting peacefully in my closet. I bent down to pick it up thinking, "This weekend you will be in bottles. And I will be able to drink you." But as I carefully picked it, not a foot from the ground, an insect (cockroach) appeared on the jar and attempted to crawl on my hand. I screamed, startled by the unwelcome presence.... and watched the jar slip from my hands and shatter on my closet floor. Still the smell of lemon vodka lingers. Memories of a shattered dream.