Morning…

Slept in.  We all did.  So rushed.

But I love the rush.  The fire to catch up to the day and what could happen if you don’t.

Should be hot again today, I think leaning against the wall waiting for a 4-shot mocha I know I don’t need.  I do this to myself, the waiting and expense for this caffeine leash.  Still waiting.  Drive fast but not to winery–  think I’m next, guy with grande Americano, 4 shots like mine, just picked up, left.  It’s Sunday–

At winery… Set up, then ten minutes to self for words.  Pages to pedal…
Day starting…

Writing the whole way.

Tireless writer

Surrounded by vines,

People,

People and wine,

Languages and

Words–

All I need–