Still reacting from my immersion in this confusing varietal’s presence. Somewhat at a loss, but still fortified. How is that possible? Contradiction, what Whitman found most applaudable. Sipping this ’08 Lost Canyon, I wonder if I am, afterall, “a Pinot lad, a Burgundy boy,” as I wrote in the maiden issue of Letterz. Feel foolish for phrasing such. Well, now I’m changed, remolded. And this is not just a Rex Pickett thing; This, a rediscovery, FOR ME. Time might tell, and it might not. Either way, I’m enjoying. Even if this is a phase, which I’m almost convinced it’s not, I’m eased. Actual Equilibrium. Tonight’s writing session, assured to be lengthy. As Pinot persists, so might I. Sip, sip ...
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