What I sip illustrates the possible, the near and distant bringing it more near. More stories from the workplace and the wine scape, finding me while concurrently losing me. Carignane, I always associate with one winery I worked at which was anything but a valuable transaction. I forget that, now. I associate Carignane with today, with seeing my brother, with acquiring those positive tones and ebbs that the writer crucially needed. Again, sip. Sip, sip…. Assembling Self, not worried. Zen and collection. Now I can rest. Clock out, before tomorrow clocking in, see where I end and begin.