Oh that's tasty. Clouds hang low in the valley, teasing with Callahan Ridge. Light fades, vanishing slowly. A new layer of slick mold wraps the balcony outside. Moss dangles from the railing.
Time passes some more.
Again, months later, green returns to field, blue to sky and red to cheeks. Long days rouse the old winemaker - to relaxation. Kind of cool in the shade. Gotta get in the sun. He sparks conversation in that wooden room overlooking the now-parched veranda.