8:58, and close to departure time.
Hungry, but not letting self eat till noon or a bit after.
Write the entire time in tasting room today, I tell self. Write the notes and words I vocally recorded in phone. Have to remember to do that.
Love the drive out there, to Sonoma, and the feel standing out in the street waiting for people to walk in and taste through the five wines, or Cab Franc if I decided to pour it. Not sure that’ll be open today.
Today, each step studied and noted, replicated…. Composition is the aim.
Poetry, verse music, realized more than relaxed….
Composed more than confident or courageous.