She could only think about her walk through the vineyard before work. She wanted to see the grapes that would be hers. How much could she budget? No.. She didn’t want to stress, not yet. The way the buds layered themselves in the sun told her this path, the winemaking maze was here to solve, interpret as she wished. And this was no linger a wish. It would be her story.

(3/18/14)