Of the color.  Where I am fixated on the image.  Obsessed with it.  Forgetting that I’m even tasting, in some tasting room doing the usual act.

No idea where this was, but I have an idea.  The important element – I was happy.  At peace and into something like a love story, some film.  There is never a perfect time, I’m realizing.

Only the moment you’re in.

Wine teaches us to appreciate EVERYTHING.  No look for the perfect moment to initiate a change, or rewrite part of our story or character.

The Now, your greatest and most divine invitation.  There is only opportunity in the Story.  I see that, this picture and the brilliance of the color and the sharp communication from every little gleam and beam, assuring.