Piecework well past midnight. The trireme courses onward. Slept in. The intention gives the rule to the event, but the event gives the nature to the intention.
That bit of (running, fresh) water from the fountain yesterday was the dominant note of the afternoon, as Henry James might say. Checked color and scent and had the exploratory sip beforehand, but then drank the bottle quickly, given the thirst. Only in the aftertaste some minutes later did I begin to perceive the soil notes. Makes the coffee all the more desireable, in a way. The wiser course appears to be to sip the first bit and then check the aftertaste. Intuition and knowledge need to be commixed more evenly.