He finished the glass and thought, thought about what he was supposed to think, of his first vintage, 2012, a Merlot, and what, what was he supposed to think. He’d start his label, yes, but Merlot.. Merlot, so many hated Merlot and they didn’t even know why, why, who why what. Merlot. So he sipped and noticed an added vocal layer. But maybe it was how much he’d sipped of his own, this bottle, the first, the first from his first vintage, and this was what he was to build, fight uphill, and more than a battle, a cabal to all. But he was distracted by his thoughts and fascinations, dreams, and paintings internally–
Finished. So another opened, so he could open possibility’s locket ere long.