In home office, and feeling a little better.  Actually, much better.  Idea hit me in the Field, and I don’t know why I haven’t taken this direction before.

Sonoma County, my Beat—  And no, not just the wine.  Running and walking trails, hikes, that rock climbing studio on Coffey Lane.  Everything that’s here, and starting HERE—Windsor.

Interesting day, honestly.  Well over 500 or actually 600 words, but can’t post.  Too into my head, too low and down, dark, not what I should be at this age.  The call with S helped, more than I have time to tell.  Nurse messages me.  Look at clock.  14:37, meeting in less than 90 minutes.  Hot in the Field, taking a bit to self, to cool off, relax, enjoy this condo, Windsor, my town… fuck!  Why didn’t I see this before…

All this Sonoma County emphasis and I never wrote from it.  Or, not like I should have.  Everyone knowing me knows I love this county, especially the vineyards and wineries, trails and drives, from Petaluma to Geyserville, but…never going all the way into the Roads and Stories as I should have.

Shot from years ago at Dutcher Crossing Winery, during harvest, a rounded cluster showing life and the future, talking to me but obviously I didn’t listen.

I’m listening now.  Not just to the grapes and its block, but the whole of the county, its people.  Me, US.