Crock’s Thoughts

My post-stress ritual involves a deck, a drink, and enough sunset photos to crash a cloud server. Seriously, I’ve got more shots of the sky than a weather satellite with a side hustle on Instagram. It’s not just unwinding—it’s a full-on sunset appreciation ceremony, with booze.

When the weather’s warm and the skies aren’t actively trying to murder me with sideways rain, I retreat to my sacred place—the deck. It’s my happy zone, my wooden kingdom, my unofficial outdoor therapy office. I pour myself a Godfather—equal parts scotch and amaretto, served on the rocks—because I like my drinks the same way I like my mafia movie quotes—strong, smooth, and slightly dramatic.

I sink into my favorite chair—the one that’s technically more duct tape than wood at this point—raise my glass, and let the world spin without me for a bit. The sky puts on a show, and I capture it like caffeinated paparazzi with a mild obsession for fiery clouds. “Oooh, look at that orange streak”—click! “Wow, that purple blend”—click! “Wait, is that a bird photobombing the sun?” Click, click, click! 📸

For those golden minutes, deadlines don’t exist. Emails can wait. The chaos of the day fades into the background like the sun dipping below the horizon—graceful, glowing, and just slightly smug about how good it looks.