I have been seduced. A warm, earthy breeze billows and calms, billows and calms. Cicada’s chirrups cease and thus, an arch moon rises. Clouds career across the velvetine sky, alternately shadowing the stars and revealing them. In this magic half -ight twinkling, the grapes are picked.
It’s an averagely priced Sauvignon on offer at Saino’s – but they got me. The grapes have been harvested in the cool of the night. So I sup a rural idyll, not the sponsors of the recently departed Friends.