You really haven’t lived
until you’ve watched a rainstorm
from an open garage door
on a farm in western Vermont
with a mason jar of Argentinian wine
in your dry hand, post-peak foliage.
Currently reading:
“Don Quixote” by Miguel de Cervantes.
You really haven’t lived
until you’ve watched a rainstorm
from an open garage door
on a farm in western Vermont
with a mason jar of Argentinian wine
in your dry hand, post-peak foliage.
Currently reading:
“Don Quixote” by Miguel de Cervantes.
