I’ve always been one to raise a glass.
To birthdays. To milestones. To good news. To another twirl around the sun.
And sometimes, to absolutely nothing in particular.
I love red wine. A beautiful Bourgogne or Côte-Rôtie, especially. The anticipation of that first sip. The swirl, the aroma, the taste. The pleasure of slowing down long enough to enjoy it all.
And then there’s the glass itself.
