The whole month seems wine inspired:
Early morning air has the effervescence of freshly open champagne while the damp earth can smell like the must of freshly pressed grapes.
Green leaves, backlit by a barely risen sun, seem translucent like a white wine bottle.
As the sun rises, its light enriches from the pale straw of a chenin blanc to the richer hues of an oaked chardonnay before washing the late afternoon earth in the rich gold of a sauterne dessert wine.
Leaves turn the color of merlot purple, oak cork brown, aged riesling yellow, tawny port orange, pinot noir copper.
I’ll sit outside to soak up the sun and warmth so that I can play it back in my mind to warm myself during the dark and cold of winter grey skies.