Wineding

There's something about trying to keep on your bicycle as you wind home through the village from a dinner soaked in good wine. I'm sure it happens all of the time, all over the world. En route home I was still able to dive into the milky way and breathe in deeply the fresh, grass-and-herb scented escarpment air.
I'm happy to live where I do, also knowing it's not everyone's cup of tea.