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One of those days where a local can’t believe this is their home. More than beautiful, it’s defiant in its total quality, making you appreciate the color scheme and air land hills or mountains. Wind, but you don’t mind. The gentle bluster centers you differently than other days. People sip their wine and just look around, they’ve never seen this, never, but we do all the time in theory. But not like this. Today we’re all tourists. Everything is new and untarnished by expectation, pitch. Only moments to log mentally and savor like the wine. It’s Sonoma, and we’re on our own time.