Back from the first run in months. Slightly depleted, but not exceedingly. Tonight, in studio till emptiness be this scribe. The vineyards today, had me re-thinking all I was thinking. Tonight’s Cab, the bottle I bring to Mom and Dad’s, sure to push afflatus. Who knows how much wine-intwined lines I’ll scribble. This weather also encourages. No end, today. Not for me.
Feel like checking out M.F.A. programs. But how would I ever fit that in? One day, I will again matriculate, add additional degree, degrees. Need to continue with the studies. Maybe I’ll enroll in a wine appreciation class, something wine-connected. The vines me remind. So I rewind in kind, another varietal find.