Tonight my wife and I (with Barkley, the dog) drove slightly up onto a hill to watch the full "harvest" moon rise. I drank a bottle while we watched the moon ascend, from the hills and up towards and then into the sky.
Rachel had made some food and we sat and enjoyed the changing color temperature of the sky, the hills around us. If it wasn't for my excitement towards our coming baby I would have wanted to sit there with her forever, or all night, whichever came first.
I drank two bottles of this wine, one there on the hill and one after. I went to bed without posting this review. The pictures of the bottle tell the tremulous story.
I have nothing snarky to say about it.
It was lovely, and free, and I was happy... I am.
This Christmas will be the first one in a long time in which I believe I will not feel lonely.
I always struggle with forced sincerities, requirements.
I'm looking forward to it like the rising of new moons.
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