I remember this day like it was yesterday.
The crisp-spring-air brushing my face.
The sun kissing my arms.
Lips wet from the wine we sampled.
Simpler times it was then when our only worries were figuring out which wine we liked more.
But did we ever figure that out?
Did we ever fully learned what satisfies our palet?
Or did we just pretend, so others thought we were sophisticated enough to know what we wanted?
