work—

Finished writing letter for winery, for wine club.. now, to record observations and finish my mocha, keep scribbling, keep recording.  Wine, a hobby but more, galactic growl of interest and intrigue, not taking it too seriously but still engaged and exploratory.  Hearing people talk about the wines as they taste, so enamored with what they sip, asking “So do I have to swirl it first?  do I smell it like this?” putting their nose so deep in the bowl they nearly scrape the plain of the puddle.  Waiting for more story.  High on 4AMness, still.  A new practice and ME.  Finally.