January 13. 2012
Sometimes change hits you at the strangest moments. I was looking into the tiny wine cellar deciding what one bottle I can bring when a wave of nostalgia hit. The excitement of the new has been drowning out the bittersweet of what is left behind. Tonight, the emotion behind my soon to be past is winning out.
(In the end I decided that none of the wines should be singled out to accompany me. Their spot was lost to a newcomer. The High West 16 Year Rye Whiskey.)
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