The day propels one, but it eventually fades. Then I sip and think of the day next. All a question mark, canvas blank, wine’s business and world talking to me over and over and telling me to write more, talk to what’s in the glass as it talks to us. Finally seated, after today, wine with a friend, more friend that “co-worker”, and only wanting what’s in the glass.
The day taught me to listen more, but I’ve been taught that already… It told me to listen more, listen with more placement and arrangement. Wine teaches. Something new, all days. Just when I think I have anything in wine’s picture even slightly measured and assessed, I’m further tested. To write more, see more, be in her vocal.