Tasting a bottle of Zin the other night with the Nurse took me back.  Distracting myself with this level and elevation of happiness.

More walks in the vineyard, needed.  On the crush pad, racking barrels, anything with the production and study.

Wishing myself away on a wine writing sabbatical, not anywhere specific.  Go further into the location, the idea and Story of wine – my story and where it started, where it’s going, how I get back.

In the office, a non-wine-related locale, but my thoughts are dominated by it.  That wind at this time of year, grapes off vines and there’s a sentimental pause or deliberation walking each row.

Forcing myself to keep the mind there, nothing more or less.  How did I get out of the tasting room, what took me away.  A chance to try something else, and now all I can do it think of when I’ll be back.  FULL.TIME.

Need a drive, need another page to tell this wine story, mine, see where it goes.  Be both writer and reader and student.