Brooke at lunch yesterday in Burlingame.
Tooth hurting again and my mood nosediving. Thinking of the vineyard at Roth and how I’d feel after a morning walk. Going from row to row, slow, taking a couple pictures and sipping whatever I got from Starbucks…
Wine and the people, the tasting room, vineyard… those Roth Cave Tastings I’d do in that room with the couches…. Miss it. The passion was instinctive, natural, didn’t have to talk myself into the passion, it was always there.