In tasting room by Self.. envisioning this as all my own, my label and story— wine and in my words— blends and Pinot, whites, other reds.. eating bagel and large coffee with a light lick of cinnamon, just the way I prefer it from Oakville. Only goal is to sell, and tell the story. The winery’s, of course, Glenn’s… but pretend it’s my own. Just for a tick, a tock, maybe a little more of the clock—
Back to my large cinnamon-shock French.
But before, I breathe deep, know 2016 IS this writer’s year, without doubt— no stall or paginated injury. Away I to stories fly.. for my babies, family…..