love about loving wine?
Needing a walk, as always. But, needing the fog more than anything. Even more than my beloved vines. […]
The drive over here, in my mood, thinking of what to write, why not just have a jam […]
At the Vine Street Starbucks, one of my older but still frequented writing spots, stops. Cinnamon-raison bagel and […]
Last day of the year, I’m in a wined mind. At the wood table with my coffee, knowing […]
4 Perfume, peachy oil, playful perambulation– tropical and swift but staying and swaying, wooing and resonant. She dances […]
the glass, in the room, in the time.