Thoughts from a roaming wine drinker.
Location: Northern California
Date: Recently
Story: He looked at me. Not with shock or surprise, but with a pale certitude. Is that how fate looks you in the eyes? I always thought that destiny laid its hand upon you in anonymity. Isn’t it something that just happens? When we turn around and look up into the balcony of passed time we can review how all the pieces come together to make the quilt of the whole.
So I took a sip and the word my senses could only describe was “overwhelming.” That’s a wine epiphany. And he nodded in agreement.
