The last remnants of the boat’s wake cascades over your feet. Your body bristles against the glacial water, inciting the primordial. The feeling fades, replaced by the warmth of the northern sun. Instinct takes over and you reach for the can by your side. Delight bubbles when the aluminum mouth touches your lips, spilling its golden elixir. Crisp, sweet, smooth, balanced. A splendid Cream Ale.