15:08 = No idea how it flew past me, this day, as it did.  Great day in the MSP sea… tickets, projects, approvals, all for the vineyard.  Thinking about a small coffee, from the kitchen.  Just enough to get me to where I need be in the day’s Composition.

Writing my way back to wine… nice post to the wine blog/shop/dream/virtual winery.  Had that connection, something virtual being in tech and then an actual something like a tasting room.  And not overcomplicated. The SB, Neutral oak with oak staves.  Chardonnay, all neutral oak, partial ML, not sure how much.

Only writing wine, as I’ve said but I’m embodying the vineyard and fermentation, the rush and hurry and panic of harvest.

Not just seeing wine in everything, or seeing a connectedness between seemingly unlike things or concepts, but hearing it, feeling it.  A drive to Vacaville, and the wine voice.  Music I listen to, vineyards and wineries I see driving East on 12.

Reading wine notes before their written, and IF they’re put on a page.  All my winery clients, working more for me than I do them.  Juxtaposed, just.  Me, jubilant.