I am Your Sunshine

The photos don’t tell too much of a story; I here am not going to tell too much of a story either. In short, it was just another wine tasting weekend but somehow it was more than that. Nevertheless, you know, some things are meant to be buried, like truth, like history, like all the great or small stories untold or be carelessly repeated as third class fictions. It was plain; it was relaxing. But something was developing from the very beginning of the event. We smelled it; I smelled it. We didn’t say anything. One was that we weren’t able to identify it, let along put it into words, but we allowed it to grow. So it swelled, under the sun, outrageously and you thought how dare it!

It seemed long. It seemed like a whole story to me. At least a short one. It had a full plot though nothing had really happened. At least not that I know of.

Honestly, i’m kinda sick and tired of writing my wine tasting journals, but I promise i’m gonna write something to record my Third Eye Blind experience next week.