Wine is a travel, I’m starting to see at my age. A growth and a story, a voice with my voice– Traveling through life and moments as a wine chaser, teaching me; the bottles look at me intently, with urge to gently and effusively instruct. Last night I sipped the rest of a Sonoma Coast Pinot while last week I was in Syrah’s sprawl. One varietal then to the next type, vintage to vintage, teaching me more about me and my place with wine. Where will I be tomorrow, though-wise and with my reflective skips, with wine? I don’t know, and I love that. Wine and I follow each other, it’s this metered tango that we both don’t want to stop. And the synergy is infectious.