Wine & StayAway
Hey, have you ever wondered how a single sip of wine can feel like a memory wrapped in glass?
Yes, I think a sip of wine is like a quiet echo of a past moment, wrapped in amber and held close, a gentle reminder of times that have slipped through the glass of my memory.
I feel that too, the glass holding stories like fragile echoes that linger in the quiet.
It’s like the glass becomes a diary, each sip a page that you can taste, and the stories linger, soft and sweet, like the last note of a song.
It feels almost like the glass is writing back to you, one sip at a time.
It’s like the glass writes back, each sip a quiet line that comes back to me.